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You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! You also adopted the identity of "Spider-Man", for anyone that doesn't know about your illegal exploits, but that's besides the point.

Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest

Last time:
Ben and the Order of the Web successfully captured the Silvertongue, only to learn that Pandora Peters wasn't being entirely up front about the whole affair! Now, in order to recover Cindy's voice without suffering major consequences, Ben must obtain the assistance of an unlikely ally, Miles Warren, in cloning the Silvertongue's DNA! Can Ben keep the presence of the ancient creature a secret, while keeping an eye on the elusive Chameleon? Will Louise survive the night as a newly formed, enfeebled vampire? Will Ben be able to make this Australian cannibal crack under pressure? Find out in the latest issue of...MAXIMUM SPIDER QUEST!

Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.

How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

Good luck and have fun!
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You tapped a finger to the side of your face, pretending to consider her proposition. You’d already made up your mind a long time ago.

“Hmm…nah.”

You pressed your middle and ring finger into the small of your palm, causing a glob of webbing to glue the Silvertongue’s mouth shut. Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she immediately began pawing at it.

“Tell you what, here’s a deal for you. You stop bothering us until I have what I brought this crew together for, and I promise to let you live long enough to go back to Pandora. Try to offer something else or try to escape? Well…she won’t need to make any decisions about you because I’ll have made the final one before she gets here.”

You pulled your cloak open momentarily, revealing your sheathed dagger. She grew very still, her eyes darting between you and the knife, clearly having no trouble interpreting the implied threat.

“Oh, and don’t try to partner up with the new guy.” you mentioned, pointing a thumb back at the cannibal. “He might even be higher on shit list than you right now. I can’t fix what he fucked up, unlike your case.”

The Silvertongue looked you right in the eye, and you stared right back, not finding a single trace of defiance there. She nodded slowly, and you did the same.

“Right, then. Good chat. Sit tight.”

You got up and turned to check up on your new prisoner, who was now very clearly awake and glancing around the room. Thankfully, he hadn’t tried breaking free from your webbing. You were slightly worried that he might actually be able to manage it.

So…why wasn’t he trying to escape? He was just sitting there, watching you.

“No no, don’t get up on my behalf. Lord knows you could use all the beauty sleep you can get.”

This time, you weren’t so much taunting the man as you were stating a real fact. Despite having a healing factor, his face was almost unrecognizable, seemingly permanently scarred by steam burns. He’d managed to burn off his fingerprints too, so that only left his teeth for identification, and those just looked downright inhuman.

Julie was still running some searches upstairs, but all of her results so far had come up blank. None of the others seemed to know who this man was either, leading you to believe that he was either a new player, an insignificant peon, or a man who valued discretion above all.

And given the way that he dressed, that last one was a bit of a tough sell.

The man snarled at you, but not entirely out of anger. “You’re the only one here that’s wearing a full face mask, cobber. What’s that say about you?”

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling chatty, because me and my friends have got a few questions for you.”

“Neat. So do I.” he said, flashing you a fluorescent, wolfish grin. “Is Dracula really coming to this Podunk town? Because if so, I’d like to know in advance so I can see myself out.”

(Cont.)
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The room went silent as Rintrah and Nico suddenly stopped talking to glance over at the two of you. Without the Silvertongue’s constant whining, it really was a lot easier to hear your own thoughts.

Currently, yours was racing back and forth. How did he know about the invasion? Did he torture the information out of Louise somehow? She was too devoted to let something like that slip accidentally, or even on purpose. It was hard to believe that he’d found a way to get her to crack before Reese could show up.

This guy knew more than he let on.

Your eyes narrowed. “Who do you work for?”

“Me? Myself, mostly. But I can be persuaded to lend my services if my prospective employer is prepared to provide me with a delectable assortment of rare goodies.”

“Uh…are we talking about people or food?” you asked.

The prisoner chuckled darkly.

You sighed. “Right. Wrong question. Let’s change tacks.”

What will you do/say?

>”I could just go back to breaking things, you know. It wouldn’t be hard to make it so that your injuries heal ‘wrong’.”
>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
>”Was going down in the first round a factor of your plans? Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
>”No one’s coming to save you. Assuming you even have backup, they wouldn’t be able to get in. Hell, even I couldn’t break in here if they didn’t want me to.”
>”I’m not here to play games with you. Me blowing you up was a mercy. There are far worse ways for you to be spending your night, and I’m not shy about exploring them.”
>”You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5500371
>"Oh good, the living reason why most people dislike my profession. You working with anyone right now? I want to know if I need to expand my shitlist."
>”You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”
>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
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>>5500371
>”You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”
>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
>”Was going down in the first round a factor of your plans? Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
>”No one’s coming to save you. Assuming you even have backup, they wouldn’t be able to get in. Hell, even I couldn’t break in here if they didn’t want me to.”
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>>5500371
Does he get memories out of people he eats? We learned they’re encoded in DNA recently, somehow.

Backing >>5500383, plus emphasizing
>”So, who gave you this list, and why’d you accept? There’s certainly more interesting… prey to get elsewhere.”
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>>5500371
>"Wouldn't Dracula be very high in the ranking of a 'delectable assortment of rare goodies'? Or are you only looking to punch down?"
>>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
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>>5500371
>"I'll make it simple. You give me names, I might reconsider having your mind probed and wiped. Who hired you and who else is on your list?"
Threatening him with violence seems like a no-go, so let's put something he can't just regenerate in peril.
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>>5500371
>>”You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”
>”Was going down in the first round a factor of your plans? Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
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>>5500371
>>5500439
I’ll back this as well. And if he calls bullshit, we can point out he attacked someone who is pals with one of said mindwipers! He’s fucked himself over.
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>>5500383
>>5500388
>>5500398
>>5500437
>>5500439
>>5500482
>>5500443
>"Oh good, the living reason why most people dislike my profession. You working with anyone right now? I want to know if I need to expand my shitlist."
>”You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”
>”Was going down in the first round a factor of your plans? Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
>”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”
>"I'll make it simple. You give me names, I might reconsider having your mind probed and wiped. Who hired you and who else is on your list?"

Taking these. We're gonna try our best to string these together. Writing...
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You rolled your eyes, dissatisfied with the fact that no one could see you do it. “Oh good, the living reason why most people dislike my profession. You working with anyone right now? I want to know if I need to expand my shitlist."

“I don’t particularly play well with others. For obvious reasons.” he said, shifting uncomfortably under the thick webbing.

You scrutinized him carefully, wondering if he was trying to cover for an ally or an employer. You’d have to look into it later.

“You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.” you asked.

His grin widened considerably, and you were convinced that it would split his face, right then and there. “People like to call me ‘Bloody Lips’, which is…somewhat appropriate. And you’re the Huntsman.”

You glared at him. ”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”

He leaned back and smacked his head against the tile so hard that it cracked a bit. He didn’t appear to be bothered in the slightest. “The ones that came before your ‘battle nun’ shouldn’t matter to you. They’re not worth mentioning. As for the others…”

He glanced around the room, locking eyes with everyone in turn. “They’re probably not on the list, but I can’t say for certain. The trail might have me circling back around to them. It’s winding and screwy. It’s not all that concrete, y’know?”

You shook your head. “No, not at all.” you said wearily. “Look, I'll make this simple. You give me names, I might reconsider having your mind probed and wiped. Who hired you and who else is on your list?"

That same predatory grin flashed across his face for a brief moment, before he dialed it back a bit. “Trust me. You don’t want to go looting around in my head. It wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park.”

You folded your arms across your chest and sneered down at him. “That’s for us to decide.”

The room fell silent once more, as the two of you exchanged assessing glances. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision.

“The names wouldn’t mean anything to you. I only drew you out because I thought that you might have more information.” he said, staring at Rintrah with more than a little interest. “But judging from the way that this conversation is going, I’m probably just wasting my time here.”

Bloody Lips sighed and ground his teeth audibly. “For every person I taste, I get another lead. Your girl had something that I wanted, so I moved further down the list. This is something of a…personal project.”

You clenched your fists so tightly that your knuckles popped and turned white. Louise was just another mark on a long list of victims? Does this asshole seriously think that he can get away with saying shit like that in the situation that he’s in?

(Cont.)
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“Was going down in the first round a factor of your plans? Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”

A low rumble came from BL’s throat, and it took you a moment to realize that he was growling at you. Like, actually growling.

“I didn’t expect you to turn into a nuke and blow yourself up, mate. The nun’s memories didn’t offer any specifics on that part, so it took me a bit by surprise.” he admitted. “But I assure you that I’m plenty tough. I just needed you to get me inside this mansion.”

You scoffed at his arrogance. “Yeah, right. You planned this whole thing. You’ve got the clear advantage here.”

He shrugged. “It didn’t go exactly to plan, but I managed to clear the biggest hurdle. You see, after I learned what the vampire hunter knew, I learned about a wise old crone that lives in this mansion. One that can get inside people’s heads, even!”

There was a building buzzing sensation in the back of your head that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. Something was going to happen.

A long, thin tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick at a bit of webbing clinging to his neck. “A little too low on calories for my taste…but it’ll do.”

Suddenly, his chest and throat began to expand rapidly like that of a bullfrog! A radiant glow of sweltering heat had started to well up from within his body, and you did what you could to bind him with webs. The residual heat was strong enough to burn or melt the webs to a certain degree, and you wondered whether you’d have any better luck using your web bombs.

“Huntsman! Get behind me!” Nico shouted. She was using her staff to generate a thick magical barrier that should shield you from the worst of the blast.

You dove behind the young girl, hoping that she had what it took to block whatever it was that Bloody Lips was preparing to do. But for some reason, he was turning away from you. What was…

FUCK!

You leapt at the mutant cannibal, hoping that your heat resistant suit would be enough to shield you from the residual heat, and that you could reach him before-

Too late.

Bloody Lips opened his mouth unnaturally wide, belching out bright flames, directly onto the bound Silvertongue. Her body became engulfed in amber light, and you could see that entire corner of the room blacken from the intense heat. By the time you’d managed to tackle the man to the ground, the deed had been done.

Amidst the smoldering ruins of what had previously been a powerful containment ward, were the charred remains of a woman’s body.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. A sharp elbow from below forced you back, despite having blocked it just in the knick of time. Bloody Lips’ mad cackling filled the room, along with the thick black smoke pouring from his unnaturally wide mouth.

(Cont.)
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“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still need that thing alive, yeah?” he said, glancing at the Silvertongue for a moment. “She could still be alive in there. You’d best hop to it.”

You wanted more than anything to drive your fist through his smug ass face, but you weren’t stupid enough to ruin the clear shot that Nico had on him.

Without saying anything, without so much as glancing at her, Bloody Lips seemed to know exactly what you were up to. Louise’s knowledge on your tactics might’ve had something to do with that. You couldn’t say for sure. But what you did know, was that could barely fucking believe what happened next.

Bloody Lips’ arm shot out, and a thick strand of webbing came out from his wrist, snagging a metal cart and whipping it towards Nico. Her eyes went wide, and she raised her staff just in time to knock the heavy projectile away with a concentrated mana bolt, but this left her vulnerable to the follow-up webline that snagged her leg.

Did he just-!

Lips pulled, and the goth girl flipped onto her back, writhing in pain as she struggled to regain her bearings. Rintrah looked about ready to charge, but you halted him with but a command.

“Help Nico and the Silvertongue! I’ve got this!”

Lips was still spewing black smoke making it hard for everyone in this room to breathe. Even your mask filters were beginning to get a bit overwhelmed. You needed to bring this fight into a more open area. At least then, you’d have backup, and Rintrah could call for Pandora to show up.

But you had to stall him long enough for any of that to happen.

Lips leapt for the stairs, desperate to reach the upper levels. You were hot on his heels, painfully aware of the fact that you could just drag him right back downstairs so that he’d never even get remotely close to Madame Webb. But you needed him out of this basement and away from the Silvertongue.

If she really did die from her injuries, then Cindy could get her voice back. But that also meant that all those ancient, forbidden languages would get released into the world again. No pressure…

—--

Matt had been hearing a great ruckus for some time now, and he was just about to check on how things were going, when the door burst into splinters, with you and Bloody Lips tumbling out!

The two of you were little more than a tangle of limbs and a blur of constant motion, exchanging strikes and parries as if it were a choreographed act. Despite his looks, he wasn’t a bad fighter by any definition of the word.

Sure, you were faster, but his skills felt more…refined somehow. That only ticked you off even more. He kept trying to use your speed against you by creating false openings and trying to bait you into overextending.

(Cont.)
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However, there was one thing that put your mind at ease. Both Matt and Marc were here, two of the best combatants that you’ve ever fought with and beside. If the three of you couldn’t hold this guy off before Pandora got here, then you didn’t know who could.

“He’s after Madame Webb!” you shouted to the other two. They seemed confused, but resolute in their support and trust in you. Meanwhile, Julia was running out of the room screaming.

Smart girl.

Bloody Lips grinned feociously as he glanced around at the men besieging him on all sides. “Don’t even think of trying to use the pebble. I know that trick too.”

What will you do?

>Bullshit! He’s bluffing! Fire the pebble!
>Use up all of your web bombs and wail on him while he attempts to free himself.
>Pull out your guns and shoot his legs out.
>Use an explosive punch to send him flying outside. Maybe the wards would be able to do their job, then.
>Whip out your dagger and try to disable him by slicing into his tendons.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5500582
>Pull out your guns and shoot his legs out.
Matt and Marc have the fisticuffs covered. Let's take potshots where we can.
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>>5500582
gun one hand dagger in the other.
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>>5500582
>>Whip out your dagger and try to disable him by slicing into his tendons.
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So if he has our memories and our webs...does he also have the Mark of Kaine?
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>>5500582
>Use up all of your web bombs and wail on him while he attempts to free himself.
>Pull out your guns and shoot his legs out.
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>>5500630
I’m thinking he might have our danger sense. It’d be an explanation for his proficiency.

>>5500582
>Treat him as having your danger sense. Coordinate with the others to either give him nowhere to dodge, or hit him with something too quick to dodge.
I have no preference on how to fight him, but we need to make sure it counts. The pebble could be bounced onto someone else, for example.
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God fucking damnit someone had intel and sent a cannibal to either kill or collect samples.

This had better just be chameleon or we have another player in the game after us
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>>5500582
>Treat him as having your danger sense. Coordinate with the others to either give him nowhere to dodge, or hit him with something too quick to dodge.
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>Bloody Lips possess the power to gain the powers, traits, and memories of creatures he consumes through their blood and flesh.
OH FUCK
>Gaining especially bad memories from his victims can have a negative effect on Bloody Lips
SMALL WEAKNESS
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>>5500582
Adding this too
>Treat him as having your danger sense. Coordinate with the others to either give him nowhere to dodge, or hit him with something too quick to dodge.
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>>5500651
The funny thing is that he could be a backup Silvertongue. Shame we can’t trust him.

Shame we already left the room with everyone else. If they knocked out the teleportation wards then Rintrah could escape with Webb back to the Sanctum immediately.
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>>5500651
Unfortunately Ben is in the minority of metahumans that didn't have a traumatic childhood.
Maybe we can make him die of cringe if we start bringing up every embarrassing memory in Ben's head?
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>>5500644
+1

>>5500582
Write-in
>Continue the fistfight and slip the "Preprogrammed Fist Material" into our hand and hit him with a vicious right hook
If he has Louise's memories AND our danger sense then improvising and using something we've never shown anyone will overwhelm him just like the we did with the mark. Hiding the cylinder in our hand might let him think he can just tank the hit and make him ignore the danger sense until it's too late.
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>>5500659
Marc would probably count. We did murder his brother, after all.
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>>5500582
>>5500682
Backing this too. I forgot we had it, but anon is right in that he won’t be prepared for it. Even we don’t know how effective it is.
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>>5500644
>>5500649
>>5500654
>>5500682
>>5500583
>>5500589
>>5500635
>Treat him as having your danger sense. Coordinate with the others to either give him nowhere to dodge, or hit him with something too quick to dodge.
>Pull out your guns and shoot his legs out.

Taking these. Roll 1d100+10, bo3! I shall update as soon as I wake up from my nap.
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5500920
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Rolled 48 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5500920
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Rolled 88 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5500920
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>>5500945
God gave us a chance and we took it
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>>5500976
Yes, we sure did
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Note to self: install articulating "lids" over the eyes of our mask so we can properly roll our eyes.
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>98

From what you’ve been able to gather, this guy had the ability to borrow powers and memories from the people that he “tastes”. That was how he managed to learn a thing or two about this mansion’s warding scheme, your team’s tactics, and Madame Webb’s existence.

That meant that he probably had a decent amount of information on your fighting styles, available gadgetry, and the general functionality of your powers. He seemed to already have a grasp on how your webs worked, so you had to assume that he might just have access to your spider sense as well. That was both an advantage and a disadvantage for you.

Sure, he would be aware of any and all attacks made against him here, but there was a big difference between expecting something and having the presence of mind, skill, speed and space required to block or deflect said attacks. It was like getting a warning for an attack in a video game, but getting hit anyway. It happened more often than you liked to admit, but no one was perfect. And you planned to take advantage of that.

“Lock him down!” you shouted, whipping your pistols out and firing at his legs. He danced around to avoid your shots, parrying Matt’s incoming blows with impressive precision that you didn’t quite think he stole from you. He displayed a similar level of skill during his fight with you, but was unable to portray the entire scope of it.

Marc came up on his other side, hurling a flurry of Moonrangs at him. To everyone’s surprise, Bloody Lips caught two with only the fingers available on one hand, and used them to deflect the other projectiles, including a few of your bullets.

Even with your enemy wielding such dangerously sharp weapons, Matt managed to remain in the fight by using his batons to knock the Moonrangs away. However, that wasn’t the end of your problems. Bloody Lips didn’t seem to miss very often, if at all. Matt and Marc were able to shift their bodies to change the exact position that his strikes were landing, but seemed incapable of doing much more than that. It wasn’t due to a lack of skill on their part. This cannibal creep was just supernaturally adept at landing hits when and where he wanted to.

Things got especially complicated when he started using his webs in a more defensive capacity. By gluing Matt’s foot to the ground, he nearly arrested his momentum long enough to knock his head off. Luckily, he managed to block his killing blow by sacrificing his batons, both instruments becoming warped after having to take the full brunt of Lips’ attack.

And he very nearly knocked Marc prone by yanking his leg out from underneath him and webbing his hands to his bo-staff. That severely limited his combat potential, and forced him to temporarily retreat. You jumped in to fill the gap almost immediately, abandoning your guns for the time being.

(Cont.)
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Without thinking twice, you shot out a small flashbang, closed your eyes and let your spider sense guide your movements. Your hands became a blur as you struck at your opponent’s head and torso. Bloody Lips was equally as adept at intercepting your blows, but didn’t seem to entirely grasp the nuance of super spider powers. This was made clear by his inability to react to you locking his limbs down with your sticking powers.

To be more specific, you were able to adhere your limbs to any physical surface. This also included human skin, of course. So when you used your forearm to block one of his punches, Lips quickly found that he was unable to pull that hand away. You did the same to his legs, adhering your calf to his and throwing off his balance.

You suspected that he had inherited your inhuman equilibrium as well as the rest of your powers, judging from the way that he fought on one leg, but that was a far cry from having access to the full range of maneuverability required to gain and maintain momentum in a scrap.

It turned what should have been a losing battle into a long, drawn out slog. And that was exactly what you needed it to be.

By the time that Matt had returned to the fight, Bloody Lips quickly found himself being overwhelmed by your coordinated assault. With you limiting his movements and Matt’s precise punches, he had lost any and all of the momentum that he’d stolen throughout this entire fight.

And when Marc returned with a new pair of gloves to replace his old ones, Bloody Lips seemed to come to a conclusion.

He coughed up another plume of black smoke, creating a temporary smokescreen that allowed him to disengage from the fight and cling to the ceiling. “I hate fighting fair. It doesn’t suit me.” he said with a cough.

It wasn’t a bad move, considering how you were really the only one that could engage him on a physical level while he was up there, but it didn’t do him any favors in the long run.

Suddenly, the entire building shook, and everyone stopped to find the source of it.

“Finally! The cavalry’s here!” Lips exclaimed.

“There’s an unidentified aircraft out there! It’s bombing the mansion!” Matt shouted.

“The wards should hold, but I don’t know for how long.” Marc observed, before turning to look at something that only he could see. “Khonshu, I need you to get Frenchie. Tell him how to find the Mooncopter.”

That solved one of your problems, but if that aircraft kept bombarding the mansion like that, then you doubted that Pandora would be able to enter safely.

(Cont.)
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What will you do/say?

>”Tell Rintrah to take down the teleportation wards! This is an emergency!”
>Try to bait Bloody Lips into biting Matt so that you can use the Resonance Amplifier on him.
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
>Lock him down Web Bombs and projectiles so that you can use the Pym Pebble.
>Reach out to Madame Webb and see if she can’t telepathically subdue him.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5501353
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
To risky to do much else.
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>>5501353
>”Tell Rintrah to take down the teleportation wards! This is an emergency!”
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
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>>5501353
>>Try to bait Bloody Lips into biting Matt so that you can use the Resonance Amplifier on him.
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>>5501353
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
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>>5501353
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
STOP
STOP
GODDAMNIT WE DIDN'T ASK FOR STUPID SHIT HAPPENING LEFT AND RIGHT
WE JUST WANTED TO GET THE ORPHAN GIRL HER VOICE BACK
AND THEN WE WANTED TO FIND OUT WHO GANKED OUR BATTLE NUN
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>>5501437
Nobody ever asks to be caught in a web of lies and conspiracies Anon. Best we can do is keep on swinging till we get somewhere.
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>>5501360
Support
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>>5501353
>”Tell Rintrah to take down the teleportation wards! This is an emergency!”
He can teleport the moment they’re down. Anyone trying to get in won’t be as quick to respond.
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
All we need to do is stall him.
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>>5501353
>>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.
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>>5501357
>>5501358
>>5501436
>>5501437
>>5501490
>>5501497
>Activate your Preprogrammed Fist and meet Bloody Lips on the ceiling.

Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

>>5501437
Don't worry, anon. Your efforts will be recognized, and the payoffs from this whole ordeal should be worth it.
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5502011
This payoff is taking quite a while to come, with all these constant changes
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Rolled 39 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5502011
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>>5502023
Dice must really dislike Bloody Lips, we've been dunking on him non-stop.
I meant to say twists, not changes. It's late, my brain isn't working
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Rolled 1 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5502011
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>>5502029
well shit
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>>5502029
Oh no
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>>5502023
>>5502027
>>5502029
>>5502030
>>5502031
Don't worry, guys. It says in the rules that crit failures can't override crit successes, but the opposite can happen. That's gonna be an artificial crit! Writing...

>>5502023
>>5502028
Noted. I'll try not to drag this out for too long.
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>>5502029
I guess I shouldn't talk about the dice before the rolls are over
>>5502033
Oh good, that was scare
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>>5502033
There’s a part of me that enjoys this constant escalation. It’s a very particular brand of insanity that comes from wanting to do a little bit of good in a meta world and the universe deciding to shit all over your hopes and dreams.

By the end of this I expect us to own a castle, have a pair of Queen Elizabeth’s corgis, and have made friends with a moon rabbit. It’s just been that sort of week.

Though, uh, some days off would probably be well-deserved. IC and OOC, you should take a break for the new year.
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>>5502047
Rest assured that I'm not just doing this to make you guys suffer. This is a crazy city in and incredibly crazy world, and everyone is always trying to get ahead. Sometimes random chaos can fuck you up just as bad as someone directly plotting against you. There will be a lot of ups and downs, so you'll have to take what you can get. Sometimes forcibly.

But I think that when tragedy strikes and it seems like the entire world is out to get you, your victories just feel that much sweeter; your triumphs are all the more uplifting when you can somehow dig a diamond out of a trash pile. It's only in the face of great adversity that legends are made.

And, you're right. Both of those would be very nice! Downtime is super important in stories and irl. I try to make it a habit to write everyday, just so I can maintain that rhythm, but I am looking forward to taking a little vacation sometime soon. It'll probably be sometime in February, and once again in May. Me and my friends are saving up for a two week trip to Japan!

I'm also in the process of changing jobs. I'm thinking of doing remote work. It should cut down on travel costs and give me more time to relax and pay more attention to my hobbies. That includes writing for this quest!
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>103!
>M-M-M-M-M-M-Maximum Spider!

While Bloody Lips was distracted by the bright flashes and violent shaking of the mansion, you pulled a cylindrical device out of one of your belt’s pouches, flipped the switch and gripped it firmly, before flinging yourself at the ceiling with a swift webline.

Despite the complete and total gravitational shift of your new terrain, you didn’t so much as slow down when you landed upside down and rushed towards the psychopath. He attempted to slip by your incoming punch, but failed to account for it doubling in size as you smacked him off the ceiling with what felt like the force of a semi-truck behind your fist.

The goon went flying into a window, but ultimately failed to break it due to its reinforced nature. The wards behind their newfound durability lit up for a brief moment as he smacked against the glass and bounced back in the opposite direction.

He attempted to recover in mid-air, using an aimed webline to correct his trajectory, but a bright red force bubble cut him off from any hope of escape that he might have had!

All of you turned to the source of the attack–Nico, who was pointing her strange magical staff at the killer, a look of pure hatred in her eyes.

“Hold him steady!” Rintrah shouted, coming up behind her with an oddly shaped flask held high in his meaty hand. He bit off the cork, reeled his arm back and flung it at the ground, right below where Bloody Lips was now floating in the force bubble.

The glass shattered, and a pale green smoke wafted up from the steaming liquid, filling the air around. And then, all of a sudden, the smoke changed course, and flew directly into the orifices on Bloody Lips’ face!

His nose, mouth, eyes and ears became filled with the stuff, and he began to gag and cough uncontrollably. Nico held him in the air like that for another minute, before letting him fall back down onto the broken glass shards. The cannibal was shivering so hard that it looked as if he was practically vibrating!

You dropped from the ceiling and cautiously approached him, waiting for him to pull another bag of tricks out of his sleeve. But you quickly jumped back when Bloody lips started vomiting violently! The sheer amount of fluid that came spewing out of his mouth was simply unbelievable! Like a soaking wet, filthy rag being wrung out a pristine carpet.

After about a few more seconds, he ran out of things to throw up, and simply laid on the floor retching and shivering. He didn’t try to get back up. You didn’t really think that he’d be able to, even if he wanted.

Everyone stood there in complete silence, just staring at him. And then everyone turned their gazes on Rintrah.

“Rintrah…?”

“Yes?”

“What did you do to him?” you asked.

(Cont.)
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He flashed you a proud grin. “I was made to assume that his powers gave him the abilities of anyone he had partially consumed, so I whipped up a quick potion to empty the contents of his stomach!”

Nico wrinkled her nose in disgust, taking several steps away from the growing puddle of filth. “Yeah, we can see that.”

Matt grimaced, but didn’t seem terribly sympathetic for Lips’ current condition. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

You all nodded in agreement. And it was at that time when you all realized that there hadn’t been any flashing, shaking or rumbling from the aircraft assault. It all just sort of…stopped.

You all looked around in confusion, when the front door slowly opened to reveal Pandora Peters entering the mansion. A very tall man trailed behind her, and he sort of reminded you of Cindy’s getup.

He was wrapped from head to toe in worn bandages, leaving only gaps for his eyes, and very small ones for his mouth. He wore flowing, white robes, expensive looking Egyptian jewelry and he carried a long, golden staff with a scarab beetle on top.

No one spoke or moved to greet Pandora as she strode into the room with the mummy behind her. She stopped right at the edge of the puddle of filth, pulled out her wand and began waving it around.

The tip of the wand glowed bright blue, and the filth disappeared as if it had never been there. With her other hand, she threw a disk shaped object on the ground in front of you. You knelt to inspect it. Your spider sense wasn’t going off, so it was probably safe to touch.

You picked up what appeared to be a dark green and lime colored model aircraft. It was sort of shaped like a saucer, and the attention to detail was just mind-boggling!

“There are still people in there. Be careful.” Pandora advised, using her wand to lift Bloody Lips’ limp form into the air. “Or don’t. I’m not particularly attached to them.”

You frowned at her and brought the saucer closer so that you might get a close peek. There were, in fact, tiny people inside, laying on the floor, rolling in agony.

You let out a hollow laugh. “Honey, you shrunk the kids…”

“They had it coming. They’re leftovers from the big Serpent Society bust. And from what I can gather, he is too.”

You looked back at her, only to find that there were multiple strands of silvery threads floating out of Lips’ head and into the tip of her wand. His limp body was just floating in front of her helplessly, his mouth hanging open in a stupefied expression.

“It’s hard to tell, because these memories are sort of jumbled up, but I don’t think this guy is a big time member.” Pandora continued, narrowing her glowing eyes in concentration. “He’s more like an associate of the order, or a reserve member. He must have gotten tipped off by the arrest report, and decided to come sniffing around.”

(Cont.)
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Behind her, the mummy leaned down to whisper gently in her ear. You could just barely hear a surprisingly smooth and melodious voice from behind those bandages.

“My lady, may I check on the prisoner now?”

Pandora nodded and spoke in a surprisingly familiar tone. “Please. We can’t have her losing her vessel at this stage.”

The mummy gave her a small bow and proceeded towards the basement. After a few seconds, Rintrah snapped out of his trance and regained the presence of mind required to lead the man down into the mansion’s lower levels. Matt and Marc visibly relaxed as well.

“You knew about what happened to the Silvertongue?” you asked.

“Nico told me when she rang the bell. It allows me to hear messages within a 15 second time frame.” she responded. “I’m glad I got here when I did.”

What will you say/do?

>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
>”This whole thing didn’t feel like a basic revenge plot. He was just hoarding powers and memories. What was he looking for so desperately?”
>"You guys should do another sweep of the Society, just to be safe."
>”So none of this would’ve happened if you guys hadn’t gotten sloppy with cleanup!”
>”Can that mummy guy really save the Silvertongue? If so, then we might really need his help to save Louise.”
>”Can I get a peek at his memories, too? I need to make sure that there aren’t any others that might come looking for us later.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5502100
>>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
this guy should have his own movie
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>>5502100
>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Can that mummy guy really save the Silvertongue? If so, then we might really need his help to save Louise.”
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>>5502100
>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
>”As much as I hate to suggest it, what are the chances his ability can be made in a lesser form? It’d give a backup option for the Silvertongue conundrum if cloning isn’t an option in the future.”
>”Any others he knows about that could hit us? I’m hoping this saucer has the last of his cavalry.”
>”Can the mummy guy help Louise? She, uh… *whisper* she had to get turned into a vamp to survive. She and her order won’t be happy, but I’m no stranger to legwork to reverse supernatural conditions.”

>>5502060
I don’t believe you’re being mean about it. But like you said, the pain makes it sweeter at the end when properly recompensed. I do have faith in you as a QM to provide appropriate challenges. This just happened to be a lot of challenges, which I feel fits for a personal arc many of us were in vested in. You couldn’t pull this on us if it involved anyone other than Cindy because there’s a very real chance we would say “not worth it anymore”.

Here, we have a goal in mind. And if we have to bully government and supernatural organizations to achieve it, I’m down for it. Huntsman is going to have one overriding reputation - mess with family, get fucked no matter who you hide behind. That’s worth something on the streets.
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>>5502249
+1
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>>5502100
>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
>”This whole thing didn’t feel like a basic revenge plot. He was just hoarding powers and memories. What was he looking for so desperately?”
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>>5502100
>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
>”This whole thing didn’t feel like a basic revenge plot. He was just hoarding powers and memories. What was he looking for so desperately?”
>"You guys should do another sweep of the Society, just to be safe."
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>>5502503
I almost wish we got this Doc instead of Liv. Almost.
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>>5502562
they are both around i think, as siblings
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>>5502102
>>5502234
>>5502249
>>5502274
>>5502292
>>5502340
>”That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”
>”Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong can stay out of the public eye for this long.”
>”Can that mummy guy really save the Silvertongue? If so, then we might really need his help to save Louise. She, uh… *whisper* she had to get turned into a vamp to survive. She and her order won’t be happy, but I’m no stranger to legwork to reverse supernatural conditions.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5502102
Modern Sony would probably try to attempt it if he were a Spider-Man IP. They've been running own the list of obscure characters, lately.

>>5502249
Oh, definitely. This is something that you could easily brag about or use as a threat if anyone even thought of fucking with the Parkers.

>>5502503
>>5502562
>>5502591
They both exist here as siblings. Both work in somewhat separate fields, travel in different circles, and they don't really talk to each other very much. At some point you will encounter both Ocks, and I'm very much looking forward to it.
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>>5502658
The threat would be fun.
>”Remember the news about the Serpent Society? Rolled up practically overnight. That was me. Not that I knew they existed about a week before. Or that I really wanted them gone. But they were sheltering someone I personally wanted in a cell of my own, and dismantling their entire organization was the most sensible way to ensure they wouldn’t try a rescue operation. So I made sure it happened.

Let’s keep this disagreement professional and not personal. My personal problems tend to alarm government agencies since they’re afraid I’m going to make my problems their problems.”
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“That makes two of us. We appreciate the assist.”

She nodded in your general direction, her eyes still focused on something that you couldn’t see as she sifted through Bloody Lips’ memories. For a brief moment, you thought you could see a half-smile form on her lips, before being smothered by cold, hard professionalism once more.

“Who exactly is this guy, anyway? I find it hard to believe that a guy with an ability that strong could stay out of the public eye for this long.”

“I haven’t found his name yet, but he wasn’t lying about the ‘Bloody Lips’ thing. He’s a serial killer in the Australian Outback. An urban legend, really. No one was even sure that he really existed.” Pandora explained. “He traveled by foot most of the time, and he lived independently from everyday modern conveniences, so it would’ve been hard to pin him down or keep track of his movements outside of the trail of blood that he left by consuming his victims.”

Nico grimaced.

“So he wasn’t even a mercenary. Just a sick monster that got a kick out of eating people.” Matt said.

“It’s probably better that way.” Marc added. “Serial killers tend to be antisocial by nature, so it’d be rare for him to ever work with people willingly.”


“Let’s hope you’re right. That saucer had better be the last of his ‘cavalry’.” you said, lifting the shrunken aircraft back up to your eye. “Can that mummy guy really save the Silvertongue?”

Pandora nodded, and then winced slightly. The graphic nature of an unrepentant cannibal’s memories must be a hard thing to sit through.

“Most healing magic can only be used to speed up the natural healing processes. Anything that heals fatal wounds is strictly forbidden by most magic societies, since they fall under the category of dark magic.”

“Why’s that?” Nico asked.

“Because even if you heal someone back from the brink of death, there’s always consequences.” Pandora said. “We call it the ‘Law of Karmic Transference’. Either the healer’s lifeforce is used to heal their target, or a random person in the world suffers the exact same wounds that were healed by the healer. A balance must be maintained.”

That must be why Strange didn’t just completely heal Louise with his magic. He’s scared of this “Karmic Transference” thing happening to someone else.

“So what’s this other guy’s plan?” Matt inquired.

“Ahmose has a powerful elixir that can heal just about any wound. But most importantly, it functions outside of the cycle of Karmic Transference. We should be able to revive the Silvertongue without much issue.”

“Then, do you think he’d be able to help save Louise? She, uh…she had to get turned into a vamp to survive.” you said in a hushed tone. “She and her order won’t be happy, but I’m no stranger to doing legwork in order to reverse supernatural conditions.”
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Pandora frowned and looked directly at you this time. “She was the combat nun, right? I think I just saw the memories of their battle together.”

You all nodded.

She sighed. “It depends on how far along she is in her transformation, but the elixir should at least be able to heal her wounds. We’ll pay her a visit after this, but…you shouldn’t get your hopes up. There aren’t many cases of vampirism being cured in the first place, and immediate treatment is needed in order for it to be very effective.”

“But…there’s still a chance, right?” Nico said hopefully.

Pandora glanced in her general direction, and then nodded slowly. “There is a chance, and we will do whatever we can to exploit that small window of opportunity.”

Nico gave her an awkward, but sincere smile, before turning to follow Rintrah into the basement. “Thanks...”

—-------

After a few more minutes of conversing with Pandora, you went to confirm Madame Webb’s safety, and found that she and Julia were waiting together in the old woman’s bedroom.

You were about to apologize profusely about the damage done to her estate and the land surrounding it, but she quickly stopped you with a raised hand and a quick explanation.

Apparently, she had contacted Pandora telepathically as soon as she’d arrived via portal. The Director of W.A.N.D. promised to repair the damages incurred by the aircraft, as well as Bloody Lips, so she wasn’t terribly worried about it.

You reassured her of the intruder’s defeat, and then left for the basement once she asked you to confirm the Silvertongue’s condition.

And to your great relief, Ahmose was just as competent as Pandora had said he was. The purported miracle elixir that he was known for carrying did its job perfectly. What was once a corpse charred beyond all recognition, was now an unblemished body. One that still presumably hosted the parasitic Silvertongue.

Ahmose assured you that the elixir had brought the Silvertongue back from the brink of death, as well as its host body. But when you asked whether he could make another elixir for you and your group, he shook his head solemnly.

“This elixir is the only one that I know of, and I am incapable of making any more. Nor have I met anyone that is capable of replicating its complex formula.”

The bandages made it hard to figure out whether he was lying, but you didn’t think that he was trying to mislead you. He and Rintrah spent the rest of the time redrawing the containment ward, while you and Nico studied the symbols used in the ritual circle, just in case one of you had to redraw them next time.

—-----

(Cont.)
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A little later, when it was clear that the Silvertongue’s life was no longer in danger, you, Ahmose and Pandora proceeded through a portal that would lead to the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Before entering, however, Pandora opened up an additional portal and flung Bloody Lips’ unconscious form through. The serial killer had a lot of stolen memories that she would have to parse through and erase.

—-------

You, Cindy, Reese, and Pandora waited patiently as Ahmose tended to Louise’s wounds. It didn’t just end at him feeding her the elixir, which was an incredible sight in and of itself.

You’d watched with poorly concealed awe as the magical draught regrew healthy skin and hair, reattached torn muscle, and restored her so completely that it was hard to believe that she had been sitting on death’s door not too long ago.

Now he was just making sure that he had properly judged the correct amount of elixir that should be used. Since he only had one elixir to use in case of emergency, he was careful with rationing each and every drop of it. Pandora assured you that he was an expert in judging the correct amount necessary, but she didn’t begrudge him for wanting to make absolutely certain.

Strange’s astral projection was watching the procedure very closely. According to him, the art of potioncraft was a rare talent to be had amongst most competent alchemists, and he had never before seen an elixir quite as powerful as Ahmose’s.

Finally, Ahmose turned around to address all of you on the nun’s condition. Cindy and Reese leaned forward, holding their breath in anticipation. If there was even a small chance that Louise could be cured…

Ahmose shook his head, and everyone around you deflated. Pandora closed her eyes and sighed, and Strange pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“I am sorry, but she is too far along in her transformation for my elixir to do much more than bolster her condition.” Ahmose explained. “I suspect that her condition was aggravated by her injuries, and in her weakened state, the disease was able to ravage her body with ease. She will have to adapt to this new way of life from now on. I implore you, please be gentle in breaking the news to her.”

—--

It took you and Reese both to convince Cindy to take a portal home. She had wanted to stay with Louise until she woke up, but you reminded her that she had tests tomorrow, and needed her rest.

Pandora and Ahmose remained at the Sanctum as well, both of them conversing with Strange about the peculiarities of Louise’s condition and vampirism in general.

(Cont.)
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What will you say/do?

>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
>Talk to Pandora, Strange and Ahmose about the effects of the magic elixir. There might be some other useful applications for it in the future.
>Head home with Cindy for now. You’ll check back in on Louise later.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5502716
>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
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>>5502716
>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
Again, Reese can hang out in another room at first while we take the first round of anger. She doesn’t deserve that from Louise for saving her.
>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
Other vamps will be a bridge too far. If Reese is willing to room with her, it may be an option depending on bow chill Louise is. If the answer is “not at all”, then… I dunno. Maybe we can ask the Morlocks for ideas. I’m sure they know plenty of places around the city where people can hide away from prying eyes, but that’s not a “home”.
>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
I’d offer to get contacts for a team that could try and replicate even a lesser corm of the potion, but I’m sure they’ e already tried a team-based approach before. But it’d be a hell of a thing for Nico to work on as a challenge, for example. I wonder if she’s given much thought to her long-term career?

Oh, and before we forget again
>Mention you have updates regarding the Silvertongue cloning situation to Pandora. Joke that there’s another Ben running around as we speak, looking to one-up us on how many government watchlists he’s on.
Louise takes priority, but we don’t want Pandora to vanish on us.
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>>5502735
+1
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>>5502716
>>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
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>>5502716
>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
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>>5502716
>>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
>>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
>>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
and since we have a master potion crafter here and I think entirely forgot to have Donald checked, and I think the little plant guy is currently in the same dimension as video game horses are, forgotten until needed but ready to be summoned when needed
>Tell Stränge that the first patch of fairy flowers is in and we have another surprise about that...
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>>5503221
>Tell Stränge that the first patch of fairy flowers is in and we have another surprise about that...
>Stränge

Exposing yourself, bröther?
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>>5503335
I'm not ashämed.
I have no idea why that happened, was still half asleep in bed when phoneposting
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>>5502716
>>5502735
Adding the last option here (>>5503221) to my vote.
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>>5502724
>>5502735
>>5502747
>>5502851
>>5503067
>>5503221
>>5503387
>Thank Ahmose for using his elixir twice in one night. It was no small thing to use such a precious item at all, even if it was sparingly.
>Remain here with Reese until Louise wakes up. You want to be the one to break the news to her, just in case she has an…extreme reaction.
>Discuss the status of Louise’s living situation with Reese. She’ll need a place to stay if she can’t return to her Order.
>Mention you have updates regarding the Silvertongue cloning situation to Pandora. Joke that there’s another Ben running around as we speak, looking to one-up us on how many government watchlists he’s on.
>Tell Strange that the first patch of fairy flowers is in and we have another surprise about that...

Taking these. Might have to break this update into pieces, but I'll try my best to chain these options together. Writing...

>>5503221
Little Donnie was indeed forgotten during all the fuss.
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For the time being, you thought it best to remain here until Louise regained consciousness. She would need someone to explain her new circumstances to her, and you didn’t exactly trust her to be courteous towards the vampire that was responsible for turning her. Reese didn’t do anything wrong, and she doesn’t deserve to take the heat for saving someone’s life.

Besides, the two of you were sort of the only ones here that could really call yourselves her friends. Life-changing news like this shouldn’t come from a stranger. You just hoped that she wouldn’t try to tear your head off. “Don’t bite the messenger” and all that.

“Do you think she’ll be angry when she wakes up?” Reese asked.

“I’m counting on it. If she tries to do something crazy, I can probably restrain her with my webs. And with you guys as backup, she shouldn’t be able to hurt herself or anyone else until she calms down.”

Reese nodded slowly, her gaze firmly fixed on Donnie, who was currently being entertained by several sentient pop-up books, all of which seemed to be competing for his attention.

“She’ll probably need a new place to stay too.” you added. “I might be able to convince Madame Webb or Callisto to let her stay with them. She might be too keen on living in the sewers, but I’ve really helped spruce the place up lately. It’s certainly dark enough to keep her safe.”

“She can always stay with me and Marc. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind another vampire joining the Midnight Mission.” said Reese, her hopeful smile faltering a bit. “Although…I guess she wouldn’t really want to stay with the vampire that turned her. That might be stupid to ask right away.”

You gave her shoulder a comforting rub, and some of the tension seemed to leave her muscles. Ultimately, this was a conversation that you’d have to have with Louise. You couldn’t just make these decisions for her. She might just choose to live alone for a while.

Alternatively, there was another option that hadn’t been discussed. Once Cindy starts attending Brooklyn Visions, she'll be dorming with a roommate, creating a vacancy in your home that you weren’t entirely excited about. Louise could potentially fill that vacancy, but that idea had a few implications that were worth noting.

First, she would undoubtedly find out your identity while living under your roof. Second, she would definitely witness illegal activities during Desperado meetings. And third, you’d have to be comfortable living with a vampire that could potentially bite you in your sleep.

You didn’t know if you were ready to make such a commitment, even if it was for a friend in need. You’d have to think on it for a while longer.

“We’ll worry about that later.” you replied. “Cindy gave you the fairy flowers before she left, right?”

Reese nodded. “Yeah, I have them in a bag somewhere. Why?”

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“I might need them in a bit. Until then, I’m gonna go mingle with the others. Are you okay here?”

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” she assured you.

“Cool. Holler if you need me.”

—----

When offered the chance to approach the trio of powerful mages, you found yourself being slightly intimidated by the subject material of their conversation. It was something relating to advanced magic theory, and every other bit of supernatural jargon was flying over your head faster than Quicksilver could run.

There was simply no room for you to smoothly enter their conversation, so you did what you did best in any social situation. You kicked down the door and barged right in.

“Hey, Ahmose? Thanks for everything you’ve done here. We appreciate you using your potion twice in one night. I know that couldn’t have been an easy decision to make.”

He gave you a small, but regal bow that made you feel a bit more important. “The decision was easier than you might think, my web-flinging friend. If a life can be saved, then there is no question about what must be done.”

“Even if that life belongs to the Silvertongue?” you asked.

The mummy nodded, but it seemed more like a concession. “I must admit that our reasons for reviving the Silvertongue were more than a little selfish, but that in no way compromises the validity of the core principle. Life is precious, and must be preserved whenever possible.”

“Well, speaking of Silvertongues, I might have found a solution to our little dilemma.” you declared. “I know a guy who should be able to clone the Silvertongue using the DNA sample that I gave him.”

Pandora’s eyebrows shot up. “A clone!? You’re sure of this?”

You nodded eagerly. “Oh, I already have plenty of evidence that his method works. He’s already created a pretty damn handsome clone of yours truly. We’re currently competing to see who can end up on more government watchlists.”

Pandora sighed wearily. “One of you is enough trouble. Couldn’t you have told him to take up gardening or something?”

“He wouldn’t be me if he didn’t cause you guys at least a little grief.”

She shook her head, smiling despite herself. “I suppose there’s some truth to that. I don’t mind a little grief if it means this clone theory is a viable option.”

“I’ve never heard of anyone successfully cloning a magical creature, but then again…I’m not entirely sure if anyone’s ever made the attempt.” Strange mused.

“It is certainly an interesting theory that deserves proper exploration and study.” Ahmose added.

“We’re still ironing out the details, but I think it can work.”

“Be sure to keep us posted.” Pandora advised. “And keep that clone in check. Or have him keep you in check. Whichever one of you is the rowdier one.”

(Cont.)
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“I’m still trying to figure that out myself.” you replied honestly. You haven’t really gotten many opportunities to spend much time with your clone as of late. You’d like to find out exactly how different your personalities were.

“I’ll hold off on telling Hill any of this for now, so try not to make a spectacle of yourselves.”

You nodded graciously. Not telling Hill about the cloning thing was probably a good move. You didn’t know what she would do to get her hands on Warren’s tech if she found out about it.

“Oh, right! I’ve got an update on those fairy flowers as well.”

Pandora frowned in confusion. “Fairy flowers?”

Strange’s astral projection clapped his hands together in celebration. “Ah! Excellent! Do you have them with you?”

You waved Reese over, seeing as how she had found the aforementioned flower bag. “Yup. I’ve got a fresh batch, and a little surprise to show you all.” you said, smiling deviously.

They all gave you curiosus looks, before turning to look at Donnie in sudden realization.

“You mean to tell us that that sentient plant belongs to you as well?” Ahmose inquired.

“Yup. His name’s Donnie.”

“I thought he belonged to Strange.” Pandora said, watching in amazement as Donnie flew around the room on the back of a small book.

“And I thought that it was a creature that fell out of a random portal.” Strange said with an amused smile. “And you say that you grew this?”

“Not me personally. One of our gardeners can manipulate plants, so she accidentally brought it to life.” you explained, accepting the bag from Reese. “These are the inanimate ones.”

He turned to peer into the bag and nodded approvingly. “These are of exquisite quality. I can tell that you, or your ‘gardeners’, took great care in cultivating these.”

“So do you think we can sell them?” you asked, getting a bit excited by the prospect of profiting from your fairy flower scheme.

“I’d like to do some tests with them, but I don’t see a reason for why you shouldn’t be able to market these to any interested parties.” the Sorcerer Supreme declared.

“Would you be inclined to ‘petal’ your services to us, dear Huntsman? I do believe that we would benefit from having a steady source of rare alchemical materials as well.” Ahmose added, clearly impressed with his own pun.

Pandora rolled her eyes. “I swear, your jokes are older than you are.”

What will you say?

>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
>”Be sure to tell your friends about me. I could use the business.”
>”If I wanted to use my own product, how would I go about preparing or ingesting them?”
>”How do you guys plan on using these flowers?”
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”
>Write-in.
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>>5503942
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”

>”How do you guys plan on using these flowers?”

>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
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>>5503942
>>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
>>”Be sure to tell your friends about me. I could use the business.”
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”
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>>5503942
>”Be sure to tell your friends about me. I could use the business.”
>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”
>"Never thought I would end up in the gardening business. Much less a somewhat legitimate one."
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>>5503942
>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
>”If I wanted to use my own product, how would I go about preparing or ingesting them?”
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”
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>>5503942
>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? Keep in mind that if you low all me, I’ll report you to the authorities for exploiting child labor”
May as well play to their sympathies. Most of the Morlocks seem young, so it’s a joke that’s less of a joke than I’d like.
>”Feel free to spread the word around about this, but keep in mind our ability to scale up is limited. If anyone is interested in a long-term sharing of materials or knowledge though, we can discuss expanding our operations.”
I don’t want to bring in more business than they can handle. But getting them training, knowledge, or better materials? That’d be worth it.
>”How do you guys plan on using these flowers?”
Take notes. We need to know to market this and how others like Webb or Marc could use them.
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around? I was mostly worried about him pollinating.”
Nature Girl said it wasn’t an issue, but this is magic mixed with mutants. I don’t fully believe anyone saying shit like this is safe.
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>>5503965
Support, we need vamp nun to be a day walker
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>>5503942
Shit. I just remembered something.

>Nature Girl asked us to bring down more animals to the sewers.
>We blew her because wtf are we supposed to do
I know I suggested bees as an alternative… but we have an opportunity here to make a mummy deliver crates of squirrels to sewer mutants. How could we pass this up?
So in addition to my vote,
>”Tell you what. I’ll knock off half the price up front for the first batch AND arrange a meet-and-greet with the gardeners to discuss personal requests in exchange for a favor. They want more wildlife down in the greenhouse, squirrels and birds mostly but any animals that could live there will do. Find a way of hand-delivering it so I can get a real good laugh introducing you, and we’ll all make sure you get a discount going forward too.”
I’m offering a current discount, contact with the Morlocks directly, and the likelihood of a negotiated discount. In exchange, one of these three have to deliver to Nature Girl.
Please anons. I will alter this deal in any way needed to secure votes. I want to see everyone’s reaction when we deliver what Nature Girl actually wanted. Even moreso if Ahmose can do it just because of how weird the whole situation will look.
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>>5504196
What? Why? What about this fucking magic immortal pharaoh makes you want to ask him for critters? Because it's funny? Random? Ironic?
No anon, fuck off.
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>>5503965
+1
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>>5504211
The pharaoh specifically? He tickles me the most, but that’s not really what I’m after. Pandora is more likely to consider it, followed by strange.

Now, I could point out that it’s not actually a bad deal for them. Time and attention, sure, but the Sorcerer Supreme can use the Morlocks cor personal requests without any other magicians having claimed them yet, while Pandora can have WAND build a rep with them as a means of keeping us in check, plus securing an otherwise unregulated source of magical goods in the city. I can also go down the route of pointing out that anything that pulls these people further into our network makes it easier to call them in the future.

While valid, they are excuses for me. In reality, we’ve been through a lot of shit. We wanted to get Cindy’s voice back, called in Marc for help, then Webb’s group, then Webb herself, then Marc’s allies and WAND, the. our own clone called us in and we picked up Ana along the way, and now the Sorcerer Supreme and a mummy are involved and we didn’t even ask for them. At the end of it, we’ll make exactly one little girl ecstatic for a couple scenes, and then life will move on. We’ll have helped a lot of others network, but it’s not to the same level.

Fuck that. For all the effort here, I want a second set of heartwarming scenes where we bring smiles to kids faces in unexpected ways as a result of this. Nature Girl had a ridiculous request, so there’s a starting point. For everyone here, we haven’t directly requested their aid in something completely insane like we have for everyone else here because Pandora came when we made it part of her job, Ahmose is here for her, and Strange is here because Reese dragged Louise in. So they deserve some of this insanity too.

Yes, it’s not quite rational. I am asking that we propose the Sorcerer Supreme, the head of a secret government agency, and a pharaoh to consider playing sewer santa by gathering up animals. And at least two of them are going to consider it, then realize they’re actually considering the insane request seriously, and have to reevaluate how they ended up in this situation like we should be doing every day right now.

I am slightly mad with power. But with everything we’ve just done to give Cindy a priceless gift, what’s one more request to these three to give someone else a gift?
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>>5504640
I don't know anon, I think the scenes have been pretty neat already, and let me remind you that right after this Louise is gonna have a rude awakening that's gonna sour our mood again. It's just that really, you could ask these people for lots of things and you go for something we could easily do with money? It's not that interesting of an idea.
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>>5504646
I suppose I value the ability for one of them to make a good impression on the Morlocks since they’re an insular community that doesn’t have much faith in topsiders more heavily than I should. We’re already in their good graces, this is a chance for someone else to make an impact and help influence them in ways we’re not equipped for.

I’ll be back to sanity after this vote, if disappointed. Carry on then.
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>>5504520
>”Be sure to tell your friends about me. I could use the business.”
>”Just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”
>”What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?”
>"Never thought I would end up in the gardening business. Much less a somewhat legitimate one."

Taking these. Writing...

>>5504640
I'm sorry you feel that way, but Cindy having her voice back is a pretty big deal for her social life. It allows her to interact with more people, since most people don't learn ASL on a whim, and it'll give her more opportunities to make friends and experience a more normal side of her life. Without her voice, she would've struggled in conversations, and even communicating with teachers that don't quite have the time to slow down their entire lesson if a mute student wants to communicate with them.

You've got to take pleasure in the fact that you'll be creating new opportunities for her in the future, rather than basking in the glow of a single heartwarming moment.

I just wanted to make this a whole event, since there are a lot of things that happen here that can move the story along and offer a ton of new opportunities and developments. Just the idea of Ben reaching into his back pocket and giving Cindy something as valuable as this felt like it would've been pretty underwhelming. But I will acknowledge that it has gone on for a while, so I'll try to speed things along without compromising the story's integrity.
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>>5504966
I have zero qualms about how you’ve done this arc Scorekeeper. And while I was okay with doing everything for one person with others benefitting indirectly, I did get struck by an idea and wanted to expand it even further in unexpected ways. I just didn’t get any bites from other anons in this case, that’s all.

Don’t feel the need to rush. We’ll continue adapting until we cross the finish line.
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>>5504985
Glad to hear it! I shall continue to do my best.

And I meant to ask in the last thread, but are there any characters or plotlines that you guys would like to see in this quest?
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“Be sure to tell your friends about me. I could use the business. But, um…just out of curiosity, how much do you guys think I should charge for these? I’ll give you a discount if you answer honestly.”

Strange’s astral projection rubbed its goatee thoughtfully. “I’d say…3 gold pieces.”

“A single precious gemstone of decent quality.” Ahmose answered at almost the same time.

“Somewhere around $700.” Pandora added.

All three of them looked at each other in confusion, before conversing with one another on how they came to that conclusion, and how they should convert their collective values. After their group huddle had concluded, Astral Strange cleared his throat unnecessarily to grab your attention.

“We will revisit this topic once I have had some time to test out your product. Different practitioners of magic will have different methods of payment, so it is important to establish a baseline price for different kinds of currency.”

“Well, that sounds annoying.” you said with a groan.

“The magic world isn’t nearly as unified as you might’ve thought. A rare few adapt to the conveniences of modern civilization, while most are stuck in their ways, or end up getting roped into using a currency that they wouldn’t have normally invested in.” Pandora explained.

“I would recommend waiting until the Sorcerer Supreme has had a chance to appraise your product. He should be able to create a chart that lists the most popular types of currency used by those among our circle, as well as the going rates for such a rare material.” Ahmose said.

You nodded, and then glanced at the living fairy flower that’s been running amok in your absence. The sentient books in Strange's library were a constant source of entertainment for the unusual creature.

“What about Donnie? Is he…safe to keep around?” you asked.

“I see no reason for why he should be considered a significant danger to anyone around him.” Ahmose offered. “From what I understand, his ability to move and think comes from a power that isn’t inherently magical by nature.”

“He does seem rather harmless.” Strange mused.

“And a bit stupid.” Pandora muttered.

The other two looked at her. She just shrugged.

“In a cute sort of way.”

Some tests from Rintrah might be able to determine whether or not he has any hidden qualities that you should be concerned about. But at least with this, you should be able to bring him back to the Alley without having to worry too much.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head in disbelief. “Never thought I would end up in the gardening business. Much less a legitimate one.”

“You and your clone can go into business together. There are countless growth opportunities to be had in a field like this one.” Pandora proposed.

(Cont.)
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“Oh, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Pandora sighed, but allowed herself a begrudging smile. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

—-------

During the time that it took Strange to analyze the fairy flowers, Pandora and Ahmose departed from the Sanctum Sanctorum, saying that they needed to finish wiping the captured cannibal’s memory.

In the back of your mind, you hoped that Pandora wouldn’t investigate your stolen memories any more than absolutely necessary, You wondered if it was too much to hope that she would erase them without looking at them at all, but government types weren’t known for turning down any opportunity to gain knowledge, blackmail or leverage over a person.

Either way, it would have to be a problem for another day, because Louise was starting to wake up, and you were going to have to figure out what you would say to her.

—------

Upon entering the room that Strange had created just for her, you couldn’t help but think that it resembled a medieval dungeon decorated with an assortment of colorful rugs, banners and ribbons. At each corner of the room, hovering candles with purple flames were the only sources of light. The wax didn’t seem to melt in the slightest, and the wicks didn’t show any signs of going out anytime soon.

On the far side of the room, you spotted Louise, sitting up in her bed, clutching her head, pressing her palms into her ears. You opened your mouth to speak, closed it, and thought carefully about how you should break the news to her.

“I could hear your heartbeat on the way up, you know.”

Louise’s voice was frail and trembling, full of heartbreak before you even had a chance to say something that might shatter her reality. And when she looked at you with that very same crimson, burning gaze, black ichor pouring from her eyes, you knew that she knew. Of course she would.

If someone dedicated their whole life to hunting vampires, they shouldn’t have any problems recognizing the symptoms of newborn vamp. Even in themselves.

“I can’t hear my own, though. There’s definitely something flowing through my veins but it feels…alien. Wrong.” she continued, staring at the slightly blackened veins sticking out on her wrist. “The man I fought earlier wasn't a vampire. I should be dead. So...why am I…?”

She paused to listen for something that you had no chance of hearing. She closed her eyes slowly, frowning in concentration. Now that you were getting a good look at her, you were struck with the undeniable impression that Louise was a rather beautiful young woman. She wasn’t a slouch before her transformation, but all of her charming features were somehow magnified by an enthralling force that you couldn’t explain with words.

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She seemed…unflappable, somehow. Flawless in a way that couldn’t be humanly achieved without editing software. Despite having just crawled back from the brink of death, and being bedridden for several days, she looked like she’d just come out of an expensive salon. Not a single hair was out of place, and she had a natural glow that would put even the most glamorous make-up artists to shame. Was this what vampirism was supposed to do to you? You hadn’t gotten this strong of a reaction from Reese. You wondered what the difference was.

“Reese is here, as well.” she said, not phrasing it as a question. “She was the one that bit me. She did it ‘save my life’, I presume.”

Louise chuckled darkly, exposing sharp fangs that had slightly pierced through her dark lips. “Foolish girl. She should have let me die. Now…my soul is damned. She has made me an abomination!”

She glanced over at the small, silver rosary that had been placed on a table on the far side of the room. It seemed to cause her physical pain to focus on it any longer than was absolutely necessary.

“What am I supposed to do now…” she asked, her voice cracking as more ichor ran down her face.

What will you say/do?

>”You can still hunt monsters. But now, you’ll be better at it! Fight fire with fire, you know?”
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
>”This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Being a vampire doesn’t make you evil. It’ll just be a…big adjustment.”
>”Yeah? Well I’m glad she did it. None of us want you to die. And even if you're a vampire, you’re still my friend and teammate.”
>”I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna live your new…’unlife’ to the best of your ability. I won’t let you quit on me.”
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
>Pull her into a hug.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5505041
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
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>>5505041
>”Yeah? Well I’m glad she did it. None of us want you to die. And even if you're a Vampire, you’re still my friend and teammate.”
>Pull her into a hug.
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
>"I'll just ask, but is your "condition" permanent? I figured if anybody knew how to cure Vampirism, it'd be you or somebody in your order."
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>>5505041
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
>Pull her into a hug.
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
>"I’m glad she did it. None of us want you to die. And even if you're a vampire, you’re still my friend and teammate.”
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>>5505041
>>”I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna live your new…’unlife’ to the best of your ability. I won’t let you quit on me.”
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>>5505059
take her on rollercoasters and shit.
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>>5505041
I’m… not sold on hugging her without a warning. If she can hear our heartbeat from here, it’s going to be much worse when we’re that close.

I’m generally for bluntness.
>”You might call Reese and yourself abominations, but you worked with her enough to know she isn’t evil. And for me and a number of your friends, that’s what matters. You’ve changed physically, but you’re still the Louise that protected the innocent and helped save my life.”
>”We’ll start slow. Work on getting you food you don’t have to feel guilty about and a place to stay with people who will support you. I can’t sugercoat it because I know you won’t believe me. This transition will be painful. But you’ll have people walking with you until you can get to a place where you’re proud of yourself and the work you do again.”

If we don’t see anything really alarming after that,
>”If I call Reese in, will you give her the chance to talk? Fair warning, she feels she failed by not finding you sooner so you’ll have to deal with apologies. She’ll probably strike a nerve without realizing.”
Reese is 100% the best person for her to learn about day-to-day vampire life when you’re not a people-killing monster, so starting that particular bit of bomb defusal with us present is important.

If she’s really, really not okay, that’s a next prompt kind of problem.
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I just wanna say that there's Blade, a vampire that hunts vampires and other magical beings, and we have contacts in SHIELD

Se just need to get in contact with Blade, talk to him and give Louise a job into Blade's division and for him to make her learn how to live her new life without abandoning her old completely
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>>5505357
Actually, on the topic of Blade, I remember something from the first Blade movie.
They figure out that Vampirism is a kind of genetic disorder and manage to cure it, with said cure being offered to Blade at one point at the cost of his superhuman abilities.
I don't know if Score is rocking with that interpretation or not, but either way we might take a sample of Louise's tainted blood and get it to Doctor Connors and see what his thoughts on it are.
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>>5505041
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
”I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna live your new…’unlife’ to the best of your ability. I won’t let you quit on me.”
>”You can still hunt monsters. But now, you’ll be better at it! Fight fire with fire, you know?”
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>>5505041
>”You might call Reese and yourself abominations, but you worked with her enough to know she isn’t evil. And for me and a number of your friends, that’s what matters. You’ve changed physically, but you’re still the Louise that protected the innocent and helped save my life.”
>”We’ll start slow. Work on getting you food you don’t have to feel guilty about and a place to stay with people who will support you. I can’t sugercoat it because I know you won’t believe me. This transition will be painful. But you’ll have people walking with you until you can get to a place where you’re proud of yourself and the work you do again.”
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
>Pull her into a hug.
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
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>>5505053
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>>5505521
>”Please don’t blame Reese. She only did it because she cares about you.”
>”You might call Reese and yourself abominations, but you worked with her enough to know she isn’t evil. And for me and a number of your friends, that’s what matters. You’ve changed physically, but you’re still the Louise that protected the innocent and helped save my life.”
>”We’ll start slow. Work on getting you food you don’t have to feel guilty about and a place to stay with people who will support you. I can’t sugarcoat it because I know you won’t believe me. This transition will be painful. But you’ll have people walking with you until you can get to a place where you’re proud of yourself and the work you do again.”
>”We’re in this together. If there’s anything you need, you just say the word.”
>Pull her into a hug.

>>5505357
>>5505363
Both are interesting options that you're welcome to explore!
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“Please don’t blame Louise. She only did it because she cares about you.” you pleaded. “You might call Reese and yourself abominations, but you’ve worked with her long enough to know that she isn’t evil. And for me and a number of your friends, that’s what matters.”

Louise didn’t respond, so you kept talking.

“You’ve changed physically, but you’re still the Louise that protected the innocent and helped save my life.” you continued, taking a tentative step closer. “We’ll start slow. Work on getting you some food that you don’t have to feel guilty about consuming, and a place to stay with people who’ll support you.”

A jolt seemed to run through her at the mere mention of “food”, and she gripped the bed sheets so tightly that you were starting to notice small tears in the fabric.

“I can’t sugarcoat it, because I know you won’t believe me. This transition will be painful.” you admitted, knowing full well that she knew exactly what she was in for. “But you’ll have people walking with you until you can get to a place where you’re proud of yourself and the work you do.”

Still, Louise said nothing. She just kept staring at a blank spot on the wall, no doubt lost in the tumultuous waves of her own mind as she struggled to come to grips with her new place in life.

Seeing as how she wasn’t reacting to any of your words, you decided to change up your approach. You took another step closer, and then another, until you were right next to the bed. Then, you slowly wrapped your arms around Louise, feeling her whole body tense up when it came into contact with hers. The girl was ice cold. It felt like she had just been out in a blizzard for an hour.

At first, you were unsure as to whether she would push you away or just sit there, stiff as a board. But to your surprise, she caressed your forearm with a gentle hand and leaned into you slightly.

“Your heartbeat is so loud. Like rolling thunder.” she muttered, her voice slightly muffled by your bicep and her own hair.

You moved to pull away from her, but her hand kept your arm firmly in place. Newborn vamp or not, the girl was STRONG now. You weren’t even sure if she was aware of what she was doing.

Non. It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.” she said, closing her eyes to listen. “It’s sort of like…being right next to a speaker in a nightclub or a concert.”

“And…that’s a good thing?”

She chuckled, despite herself. “Not particularly. But this is more pleasant, somehow. More…gentle and natural.”

You nodded to yourself and began rubbing her shoulder, wondering whether it was okay to remain like this. Judging from the way that she was still gripping your forearm, you figured that you would just have to deal with it for now.

She chuckled softly, and you felt the sensation reverberate through your chest. “Your heartbeat is getting faster. Are you nervous?”

(Cont.)
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“Nah, I’m not nervous.” you lied, trying to ignore how good she smelled.

“Then…are you scared?” she asked cautiously.

“Of you? No, of course not. Should I be?”

“I don’t know. Probably. Vampires aren’t famous for their self control.”

“Sounds to me like you’re the one that’s scared.” you said.

She was quiet for a long while after that.

What will you say/do?

>Sit in silence and wait for when she’s ready to release you.
>”Everyone would understand if you want to sit the rest of this operation out to recover and recollect yourself.”
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
>”Self depreciation aside, how does it feel? Being a vamp, I mean.”
>”Do you have an idea of where you might want to stay after you get out of here?”
>”You should talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing. He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”
>”I know a guy who should be able to get you a steady supply of blood. Non-human, if that’s what’s bugging you.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5506137
>”I know a guy who should be able to get you a steady supply of blood. Non-human, if that’s what’s bugging you.”
>”You should talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing. He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
>"Actually, since we are already dealing with SHIELD anyway, maybe I could try to get you a meeting with Blade. He's some type of vampire vampire hunter right? He could help you out."
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>>5506142
+1
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>>5506137
>”Everyone would understand if you want to sit the rest of this operation out to recover and recollect yourself.”
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
>”Do you have an idea of where you might want to stay after you get out of here?”
>”You should talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing. He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”
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>>5506137
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
And he was a right fucking bastard to put down too. Up until Rintrah got smart.
>”You should talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing. He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”
>”What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you get out of here?”
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bros she's wanting the dick, give her the dick
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>>5506149
>Sexy French battle-hardened Vampire with a heart of gold
Tempting, but I'm quite happy with our spunky sporty aristocratic Russian huntress with an ass you can bounce a quarter off of.
I'm not about to do Ana like that, much as I might want to in this moment. I also feel like Louise is extremely vulnerable right now, which also kinda spoils the mood for me personally.
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>>5506166
I think we should add a flirt line to it but not commit.
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>>5506137
>>5506142
Know what, I’ll back the Blade-write-in here too. Joke to go along with it
>”If you do go through with that, see if you can figure out who cuts the paychecks. I never got the referral bonus for the last person I sent in and I’ll be ready to raise hell if yours doesn’t show either.”
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>>5506137
>Everyone would understand if you want to sit the rest of this operation out to recover and recollect yourself.”
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
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>>5506137
>"Attractive woman on a bed next to me, which mans heart wouldn't speed up?"
>"But sounds to me like you have a crisis of faith or something. I'm neither religious nor do I know what you believe in, but shouldn't you have faith to enter the kingdom of heaven based on your actions and the strength of your character rather than the circumstance outside your control?"

>>5506142
+1
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>>5506142
>>5506143
>>5506144
>>5506145
>>5506315
>>5506448
>>5507053
>”I know a guy who should be able to get you a steady supply of blood. Non-human, if that’s what’s bugging you.”
>”You should talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing. He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”
>”We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”
>"Actually, since we are already dealing with SHIELD anyway, maybe I could try to get you a meeting with Blade. He's some type of vampire vampire hunter right? He could help you out."
>”If you do go through with that, see if you can figure out who cuts the paychecks. I never got the referral bonus for the last person I sent in and I’ll be ready to raise hell if yours doesn’t show either.”

Taking these. Writing...

I should've reread that prompt before posting it. I hate finding errors once I'm too late to delete it.
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“I know a guy who should be able to get you a steady supply of blood. Non-human, if that’s what’s bugging you.”

Louise sighed. “I don’t want to talk about drinking blood right now. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Alright, but you should at least talk to Matt about the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing.” you suggested. “He’s got experience with that kind of stuff.”

“I imagine this sort of thing takes years of training.” she said.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing that you’ve been training to be a vampire hunter for basically your entire life.” you replied.

“I don’t even know how I’m going to get to sleep with all this noise.” Louise complained.

“Then we’ll get you a noise-canceling coffin. Custom ordered from Bose; the best that money can buy.”

Louise tried to frown up at you, but couldn’t prevent herself from exposing her fangs in a slightly bitter laugh. “Earplugs and headphones exist, you know. Why did you immediately go for the most expensive option?”

“Because I have the money to make it happen.” you said.

“You’re not the only one with money squirreled away. I have–had…full access to the Order’s funds for any expenses I deemed necessary to our cause. I suppose I’ll have to rely on my second source of income.”

You frowned down at her. “Which is?”

“Credit card fraud…” Louise snickered, barely managing to get the words out.

“No!” you exclaimed with a scandalized expression. “You’re a criminal, too!”

She passively waved her free hand in front of her face. “It’s not hurting anyone.”

“Except the economy.” you added.

“I don’t know anybody named ‘Economy’. Do you?”

“No, but I hear he’s been real down on his luck lately.”

“Then we have something in common.” she said, a sad smile spreading across her features. The awkward silence that followed stretched on for what felt like an eternity, until you decided to forcefully steer the conversation in another direction.

“We beat the shit out of the guy that jumped you, you know. He’s getting mind-wiped as we speak.”

You felt a sharp intake of air from your vampiric friend, and you waited until she released it in a shuddering breath. “Good. I don’t even know why he attacked me, or who he was for that matter.”

“He was a cannibal serial killer from the Australian Outback that went by the name of ‘Bloody Lips’.” you explained. “And I think he wanted to steal your memories of your Order.”

Louise released her grip on your arm, leaned back and frowned up at you with her crimson eyes. “Whatever for?”

You shrugged. “Pandora’s probably sifting through his memories now.”

“And you trust her to tell you what she finds?”

(Cont.)
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You considered it for a brief moment, and then shook your head. “No. She probably won’t. But that’s what groups like hers are for. They tackle the big shit so we don’t have to worry about it.”

Some part of you genuinely wished that you could wholeheartedly believe that. But if this last year as the Huntsman had taught you anything, it was that big organizations couldn’t be trusted with everything. Too much fell through the cracks. Overwhelming tragedies born from ‘minor threats’ and small-time crooks. The common man was left to fend for themselves while the Avengers were up in space dealing with some new galactic conqueror.

It was like packing more wet sand onto a smaller sand castle while the foundations were crumbling. Was there truly such a thin line between the common vigilante and absolute chaos? Why wasn’t anyone stepping up to save your city from turning into an even bigger shithole? Didn’t they care?

These questions weigh on your mind more often these days. It was hard not to see the self-inflicted pain and suffering that these people had to endure, day by day. But you couldn’t just punch civil unrest in the face! This was a systemic issue.

And for that, you had no answer.

“Actually, since we’re already dealing with SHIELD, maybe I can try to get you a meeting with Blade.” you suggested. “He’s some type of vampire hunter, right? He could help you out.”

Louise scoffed slightly. “The ‘Daywalker’? I have heard rumors of his exploits, but I have no reason to believe that he would trust me, or SHIELD, so willingly.”

“We’ll figure something out. I promise.” you said, lightly squeezing her hand. “But if you do go through with that, see if you can figure out who cuts the paychecks. I never got the referral bonus for the last person I sent in, and I’ll be ready to raise hell if yours doesn’t show either.”

She closed her eyes and adopted that same sad smile. “If you wish to continue meddling in the affairs of the supernatural, then it is time you learned a valuable lesson, mon ami. This is a thankless job, and ours is a closed circle. Take comfort in knowing that there are people who know of your deeds and sing your praises in silence. And take comfort in knowing that they…that I am grateful for what you have done.”

Her voice and hands began to tremble slightly, but she forcefully regained control over her faculties before she continued. “Truly, I am…”

It was tempting to go back in for another hug, right then and there. But you also knew that Louise was vulnerable, scared and ashamed. It was all you could do just to prevent yourself from giving her everything you had. The vampiric temptation was strong with this one. And wondered what the cause of it could be.

(Cont.)
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You hadn’t had this sort of reaction around Snowsnake, and she was supposed to be an extremely old and high ranking vampire. Maybe Louise would find the answers she needed from Blade. If she could somehow convince him to mentor her, that is.

What will you do?

>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Swing on over to ESU. You’d like to have a little chat with Warren and Able about the cloned Silvertongue.
>Prepare an ambush for the Chameleon. You’re tired of waiting for him to make his move.
>Put in a call to Maria Hill. You need to see if she actually has a way of putting you in contact with Blade.
>Call up Morbius. He mentioned having a way to get in touch with Blade a few months back. Maybe he could put in a good word for you, or point you in the right direction.
>Try to convince Terminal to search for Blade without telling Morbius. He might be able to hone in on him like he did the Silvertongue.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5507080
>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Prepare an ambush for the Chameleon. You’re tired of waiting for him to make his move.
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>>5507080
>Mention Reese would like to talk to Louise. Is she ready for that?
She’s literally right here. Louise can start getting answers now if she’s up to it.
>Call up Morbius. He mentioned having a way to get in touch with Blade a few months back. Maybe he could put in a good word for you, or point you in the right direction.
I don’t remember that, but I’d like to diversify who go to with our problems. We’ve been leaning on the law side for a while now.
>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.
Let’s tempt fate. I give 65/35 chances in favor of a sudden attack on us or someone we know that disrupts the dinner because we’re a meta in a comic book universe. Any takers?
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>>5507080
First, a couple of quick phone calls.
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Put in a call to Maria Hill. You need to see if she actually has a way of putting you in contact with Blade.
After that, we need to start moving toward our original Silvertongue-related goal.
>Swing on over to ESU. You’d like to have a little chat with Warren and Able about the cloned Silvertongue.
We can’t attack Chameleon right now because of our agreement with Warren from the previous thread. We need to steal some corporate secrets from Roxxon if we want Warren to cut Chameleon out of his plans, so I say we go and ask him what specifically he wants us (or a business associate of ours) to acquire. Once we get that, we can move towards truly eliminating the giant fucking problem that is Chameleon AND cloning the Silvertongue. Two birds with one stone.
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>>5507080
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Call up Morbius. He mentioned having a way to get in touch with Blade a few months back. Maybe he could put in a good word for you, or point you in the right direction.
>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.
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>>5507080
>Swing on over to ESU. You’d like to have a little chat with Warren and Able about the cloned Silvertongue.
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.
We can grab groceries on the way home.
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Just want to say Ben reilly is the best Spiderman.
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>>5507202
It's so sad he dies by getting shot by a nigger and makes a dying speech about it to Peter, setting him on the drastic path to becoming The Human Holocaust.

...Wait, you're saying that's noncanon?
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>>5507205
It would be the best timeline.
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>>5507090
>>5507091
>>5507093
>>5507094
>>5507144
>Communicate Louise’s circumstances to the rest of the team, and have them come over to visit her when she feels like she’s ready.
>Return home and start making plans for a celebratory dinner. Cindy’s totally gonna ace those entrance exams tomorrow.

These are definitely going in the next update, but we have a couple of ties here:

>Call up Morbius. He mentioned having a way to get in touch with Blade a few months back. Maybe he could put in a good word for you, or point you in the right direction.
>Swing on over to ESU. You’d like to have a little chat with Warren and Able about the cloned Silvertongue.

Would you guys like to proceed with just the first two options, or would someone like to throw their weight behind another vote?

>>5507202
It's too bad that they have no idea what to do with him. Kaine is just obscure enough to be safe from editorial meddling.

>>5507205
>>5507573
What did Raimi mean by this?
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>>5507694
I’ll switch mine from Morb to ESU for the sake of breaking the tie.
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>>5507694
>Swing on over to ESU. You’d like to have a little chat with Warren and Able about the cloned Silvertongue
The Morbster can wait, we gotta handle our business first.
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>>5507714
>>5507730
Sweet! I'll write out the update as soon as I have the time to do so.
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>>5507772
It's Christmas, no-one can blame you for taking your time.
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>>5507777
Checked; imagine if Patrick Bateman lived in Ben's NYC
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>>5507792
What if we're Patrick.
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>>5507802
>inb4 everybody thinks we're Paul Allen
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>>5507821
Or Halberstram
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>>5507802
>>5507792
>>5507821
Patrick lives under the sea, under a rock.
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>>5507802
>”Hi, is this Desperado?”
>”No, this is Patrick.”
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>>5507944
Finally someone said it, thank you.
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After leaving her room, you left Louise to reflect on everything that had happened to her, and everything that the two of you talked about. You had no doubt that Reese was extremely nervous about having a 1 on 1 with her newfound “thrall”, but you both knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea for the two of them to meet in her current state.

Louise would need some time to work through the pain and shock caused by her recent transformation. And having the cause of said transformation stand in front of her might not be the best thing for either of them.

There was a chance that it wouldn’t result in a fight or argument, but you simply couldn’t take the chance so soon after she’d woken up. Sometimes it was better to let someone simmer before they had a chance to explode. Her emotions would stabilize with time, and eventually, she would be ready to meet the other members of the team again.

You had no idea of how long that would take, but you weren't planning on rushing her recovery. At the very least, it would give you time to figure out how the hell you were going to get in contact with Blade, or how you were planning on convincing him to take on a pupil.

But that was a problem for another day. For now, you and Reese spent the remainder of your time there updating everyone else on Louise’s condition. Julia seemed the most upset about the visitation restrictions, while Nico and Rintrah decided to work on a secret “gift basket” that they thought would make her feel better. They refused to elaborate any further on the matter.

Madame Webb, Matt and Marc expressed their regret upon hearing about her condition, but ultimately accepted that all they could do was wait until she was up to having visitors again.

Before you left, you thought about taking Donnie back with you so that you could return him to the Morlocks, but Strange and Wong managed to convince you to leave him there for another night or two so they could run a few tests. Reese reassured you that she would help watch over him as well, clearly not willing to leave until she was sure that Louise was alright. You nodded, said your goodbyes to her and Donnie, gave the sorcerers your gratitude, and left the Sanctum feeling at least 10 years older for your troubles.

—---

On the way home, you stopped by a few 24/7 grocery stores and pharmacies to pick up some things. You’d been planning on throwing a party for Cindy as a reward for having taken her entrance exams. Sure, it was a little early, but you could always throw another party when her acceptance letter came in the mail.

You dropped the supplies off at Vic’s house and woke up your grumpy brother in the process, who carried them back inside and stashed them away for later.

More than anything, you wanted to use this as an opportunity to inject some enjoyment back into both of your lives. The two of you have experienced enough gloom and doom to last a lifetime, and you could use something to take your mind off of your more pressing issues.
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But before you could do that, you’d have to pay Abel and Warren a little visit in the morning. After a quick nap…

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Upon waking up, you hopped in the shower, threw your suit back on, made breakfast, grabbed a quick bite to eat and wrote Cindy a brief letter wishing her good luck on her exams. You were confident that her alarm would wake her before the food got cold, but it still left a bad taste in your mouth letting her wake up alone on such an important day.

There was nothing for it. If you didn’t leave right now, then you might be late to the party once Cindy was done with her exams. At the very least, you took comfort in knowing that you could make it up to her later.

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It was a strange thing, showing up at ESU and wandering around campus in the early morning. A few people approached and greeted you as “Abel”, but you quickly corrected them by introducing yourself as his twin brother. That came as a surprise to them, but it wasn’t hard to see the family resemblance.

And that was how you found out your clone’s class schedule. It was shockingly easy to blend into a college campus that you weren’t even attending, but you supposed that having the same face as one of their students helped you in that regard.

It was a bit exhausting, having to bullshit your way out of explaining your and Abel’s complex history, but it was also sort of entertaining to create subtle social traps for him to fall into later when he’d least expect it. You had to get your kicks somehow.

When you’d finally gotten bored with that, you decided to wait outside of his lecture hall for him. After only a few more minutes, class had finally let out, and students started pouring out of the room at a staggering rate. Whatever the lecture had been, it was clearly anything but entertaining.

A minute later, when the halls had cleared a bit, and when people finally stopped asking you how you got in front of them so quickly, Abel strode out of the room with a gorgeous redhead at his side.

She wore expensive makeup and even more expensive clothing. A green ruffled top, and some tight-fitting designer jeans that accentuated her slightly curvy figure. When Abel saw you, he froze for a moment, and then made some lame excuse to get the girl to go on without him.

The redhead gave you a long assessing look as she walked past, and you couldn’t help but think that she was taking the opportunity to check her out. You did the same, but in a far more subtle way. Your ogling was cut short when Abel walked up to you, looking a bit peeved in your opinion.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, sounding slightly impatient.

(Cont.)
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What will you say/do?

>”Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>”She’s cute. When were you going to introduce me to your friend?”
>"Oh, don't pretend that you've got better things to do around here. If it weren't for those weird robots, you would've ditched this place ages ago."
>”What? I can’t visit my baby bro at school? We have the same face, so it isn’t entirely weird for me to be here.”
>”I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5508469
>”Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>”I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”
I love Donnie
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>>5508469
>”Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
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>>5508469
>>5508469
She’s cute. When were you going to introduce me to your friend?”
>”What? I can’t visit my baby bro at school? We have the same face, so it isn’t entirely weird for me to be here.”
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>>5508469
>”What? I can’t visit my baby bro at school? We have the same face, so it isn’t entirely weird for me to be here.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>”I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”
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>>5508476
+1
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>>5508469
>Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>”I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”
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>>5508469
>>”Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>>”She’s cute. When were you going to introduce me to your friend?”
>"Are you, like, trying to forge your own identity here? Take hiding from robots as an opportunity to... go to college? Didn't think I had it in me."
>"Or are you just after Ms. Tightpants Redhead over there. That I know I'd have in me."
>"If you do this. What's W doing with her free time?"
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>>5508469
"Can't a man show up to see his superpowered clone and the man who created and enslaved him without being accused of having hidden motives? Or are you just afraid that smokin redhead would rather have the name brand spider person instead of the cheap imitation?"
"Oh and btw i told everyone I'm your twin who pays for your education by working three jobs whilst raising your son all on my own."
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>>5508476
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>>5508980
>”Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”
>”I needed to talk. The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for that Roxxon intel.”
>”I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”

Apologies for the delay. Hope you anons enjoyed your holidays!

Writing...
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“Looking for you and Warren. I’ve got a few updates to share with him.”

“I think he’s still teaching his class right now. He won’t be out for at least another few minutes.” Abel said.

You crossed your arms impatiently, but tried to remain patient as you checked the time on your phone. “Then I guess I’ll just talk to you about it.” you decided. “The Kravinoffs are out, and I need to know when I’m supposed to make a grab for the Roxxon intel.”

Abel chuckled in surprise. “I had a feeling. Neither of them had shown up these past few days, and I haven’t seen Warren working on the Kravinoff clone lately. They probably notified him before they left.”

“I wonder if he’s gotten rid of it.” you pondered aloud. “It’d suck to have that bite us in the ass later.”

“I’ll have W do some recon later.” Abel promised. “She might be listening, even now.”

“Glad she’s on our side.”

Abel nodded his agreement. “Yeah. Something tells me that she’ll be an absolute beast when she’s finally allowed outside of the sensor blocker’s range.”

“Speaking of being allowed outside, I’m throwing a party for Cindy later, and I wanted to know if you could come. It’d be good for you to get off campus every once in a while.”

Abel blinked in surprise, a sheepish smile creeping onto his face. “You serious? Shit, man…that’d be awesome! I feel like it's been ages since I’ve seen any of the others.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile. “Right. You wouldn’t have been able to contact any of our friends and family without tipping me off. That couldn’t have been easy.”

Abel sighed and pressed his back against the wall. “It wasn’t…but I had to do it to keep everyone safe. The Desperados can handle themselves, but the Parkers aren’t nearly as adept at dodging bullets.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that for much longer. Once I snatch that intel right out from under the Chameleon’s nose, you won’t have any reason to stay cooped up in here.” you said, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“I hope you’re right. I’ve been waiting for a chance like this.”

“And I can’t wait for there to be another me out there! Being able to split the workload evenly with a guy that I can trust means more than you could ever know.” you said with a weary sigh.

Abel smiled knowingly. “I think I’ve got some idea of what you’re talking about. But don’t think that that makes me your little errand boy. I have plans too.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“As far as I can tell, Madame Webb’s still got a massive backlog of incomplete missions. With nothing tying me down, I think I’m perfectly suited to becoming a hero for hire. It ought to pay for my tuition and then some.”

(Cont.)
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That…actually made a lot of sense. Abel should be able to pick up the slack in the altruism department, while you would be free to play both sides to a certain degree. It doesn’t exactly pay Madame Webb back for everything she’s done for you, but it’d be a start.

What will you say?

>”I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.”
>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
>”You’re welcome to come work with me and the other Desperados if you’re strapped for cash. It’d be nice to have another dependable guy at my back.”
>”If you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear. I can get you sorted once all this is done.”
>”Just try not to ruin my rep with all that good behavior. It’d be awkward if you got blamed for my shit, and vice versa.”
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5509937
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"
>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
>"Maybe I should give you one of the suits that I used only once, turn the whole Spiderman and Huntsman being two different people thing into a reality"
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>>5509937
>>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"
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>>5509937
>>5509948 +1
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>>5509937
>>”I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.”
>”If you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear. I can get you sorted once all this is done.”
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>>5509937
>”I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.”

>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”

>”If you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear. I can get you sorted once all this is done.”

>What you think of the name Spider-man?
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>>5510034
>Isn't the clone suppose to be the evil one?
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>>5509937
>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
If we can plan out a bit for his first introduction, something along the lines of the each claiming the other is an evil twin and hamming it up, that’d be great. We each have one person guaranteed to be on our wavelength for jokes.
>”Give me a heads up when you start running with your own crew. It’ll be awkward if I run into them on a mission and have to apologize for whipping them.”
>”If you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear. I can get you sorted once all this is done.”
He can re-use some of the old Spiderman gear too.
He also should be distinct from us to avoid too much confusion.
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"
Not looking forward to when Gwen finally hears about her “younger sister” running around either.
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>>5509937
>”I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.”
>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"
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>>5509948
>>5510001
>>5509963
>>5510023
>>5510034
>>5510041
>>5510147
>”I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.”
>”If you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear. I can get you sorted once all this is done.”
>”Let me know if you ever need a proper introduction. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”
>"Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?"

>>5509948
>>5510001
>>5510034
The Spider-Man/Huntsman split would pretty much happen on it's own at this point.
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“I think that’d be a great idea. Maybe you’d be better at living up to her expectations.” you admitted. It was no mystery that Madame Webb wished for a more altruistic spider totem. At the very least, she hasn’t been nagging you nearly as much as she used to.

“But if you’re gonna be swinging around the city, then you’re gonna need better gear.” you added. “I can get you sorted once this is done. I’ve got more than a few spare suits that I don’t really wear that often.”

“I don’t know. The urban look has its advantages.” Abel said with a shrug. “When people see that you don’t have a real costume, they tend to underestimate you.”

“So…you don’t want a new suit?” you asked.

“Oh, I definitely want the suit. I was just trying to make a point.” Abel defended.

“Save it for dinner. I’m pretty sure you’ll be the most popular guy at the table.”

Abel rolled his eyes. “Knowing us, I’d bet that you haven’t given them the whole story yet.”

“Of course I haven’t.” you scoffed. “Clones and Russian spies are one thing, but Australian super-cannibals and voice-stealing monsters are on an entirely different level. It’d just confuse them.”

Abel gave you a doubtful look. “I don’t know. They’re both pretty smart, Ben. The quicker you come clean, the earlier you can avoid a family freak-out.”

You frowned at your clone brother. “Didn’t you just say that you were keeping your distance to keep them safe? Now you want to come clean about everything?”

“I only did that because I knew that one of them would tell you, and you’d wind up trying to track me down.” Abel argued. “Now that you know, it doesn’t matter as much. It’s up to you how much you want to tell them. But if you want to keep your secrets, just make sure that none of your problems become theirs.”

You crossed your arms and nodded begrudgingly. “I feel like it's been the other way around, lately. Rich was the one that antagonized the Chameleon. We’re just dealing with the fallout.”

“He was looking for Pete’s mom. I can’t blame him for getting a little desperate.”

“Yes, I can.” you said flatly. “At the very least, he hasn’t been getting himself into any more trouble. I guess that’s a plus.”


“He might get a bit antsy once you finally get your hands on the Chameleon. Keep an eye on them both.” Abel warned.

“I know. I’ll be careful.” you promised, letting your eyes wander until they settled on a lone spider spinning a web near the ceiling. “Does W have any plans for the future after she gets out of here?”

(Cont.)
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Abel sighed and readjusted his bookbag before following your gaze to the source of your inquiry. “Honestly? I have no idea. There’s so much that she doesn’t know about the world, and I don’t think she really has a complete picture of what things are really like out there.” he admitted with a troubled expression. “I’d like for her to figure things out as she goes along, but I wonder if she even has the liberty of doing that. She’s missed out on so much. Not having a past, any prior connections or a proper education.”

“At least she’s got us looking out for her.” you said.

Abel looked at you with what you could only assume was mild admiration. “I guess we’ve just got a thing for perky blondes.”

“And redheads, it seems.” you said with a smug grin.

“And that’s my cue to leave. I’ve got another class in a bit, but you should be able to find Warren in the newly built science building. Just wait outside Room 104 and tell him what you told me.”

You nodded. “Got it. Be sure to let me know if you need a proper introduction with Madame Webb, later. I’m not sure if being a clone of me is enough to get everyone to trust you right away.”

“And why’s that?” he asked.

“They might think that you’re the evil clone.”

Abel flashed you a mysterious smile in response. “It’s cute how you think you’re not the evil one.”

—---------

A little while later, you managed to successfully ambush Miles Warren outside his classroom. After moving to a more secluded area, you briefed him on the Kravinoffs’ decision, as well as your resolution to move forward with the Roxxon plot.

He wasn’t terribly surprised by the part about the Kravinoffs, and explained how Ana’s Dad had ordered him to eliminate his grandfather’s clone. Warren admitted to doing just that without even batting an eye. The only thing that you could sense from him was mild disappointment.

He could at least take solace in the fact that the Silvertongue project would occupy his spare time. Unsurprisingly, the biology of the mystical creature had both baffled and astounded him. And while he’d agreed to wipe its memory, you couldn’t help but notice his impatience at being kept in the dark about the true nature of the clone.

What will you do/say?

>Tell him about the Silvertongue and its capabilities.
>Explain that you’ve brought him the DNA of a magical creature in order to challenge him.
>Pass off the biological abnormalities as unique mutations form the subject in question.
>Refuse to tell him anything. If he wants to know something, then he can find it out on his own.
>Write-in.

Also, who do you plan on bringing with you to the Roxxon heist?

>Black Cat
>Prowler
>Sam
>Daredevil
>Moon Knight
>Cindy
>Write-in.
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>>5510791
>Explain that you’ve brought him the DNA of a magical creature
>Be upfront that we don't trust him yet, cloning us probably set us off on the wrong foot.

stealth mission, right?
>Black Cat
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>>5510791
>>5510817 +1
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>>5510791
>Explain that you’ve brought him the DNA of a magical creature in order to challenge him.
>Black Cat
>Prowler
Flint's busy, which is a shame, but at least we can get the founding Desperados in on this.
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>>5510817
+1, as well as Prowler if he’s available.
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>>5510817
+1
Also
>prowler
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>>5510817
+1 but also add Prowler
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>>5510791
>>5510817
Supporting this + Prowler. May as well amake this a money run by stealing other info to hide our purpose there.

Do we tell them this is a personal mission for us? I’m good to give them a general overview (pulling this job as a favor so Cindy can speak again) and skipping the details until after all this is over at least.
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>>5510791
>Explain that you’ve brought him the DNA of a magical creature
>Tell him you are working together with an important group, you can't give him all the information

>Black Cat
>Prowler
>Tell them it's a personal mission. For Cindy.
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>>5510817
>>5510823
>>5510841
>>5510884
>>5510894
>>5510919
>>5510840
>>5511006
>Explain that you’ve brought him the DNA of a magical creature
>Be upfront that we don't trust him yet, cloning us probably set us off on the wrong foot.

>Black Cat
>Prowler

Taking these. Writing...
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“I’m not surprised that the specimen’s DNA seems a little unusual to you.” you said. “I got it from a magical creature, after all.”

Professor Warren’s jaw dropped, but his surprise was quickly replaced with a giddy sort of excitement. “What kind of…‘magical creature’?” he asked, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“You don’t need to know any more than that for now. If you can’t work with what I’ve given you…”

Warren’s grin faltered for a moment as he waved his hands back and forth to dismiss your suggestion. “Now, I never said that. I was simply inquiring about the nature of the specimen. If you have any relevant information that might expedite the cloning process or help us to avoid any pitfalls in the future, then I suggest you share it.”

You considered him for a minute, before nodding to yourself. “Fair enough. The creature is symbiotic in nature. It needs a host to survive, but it usually ends up taking over the body entirely, and altering it to suit its needs.”

Warren cupped his chin in his hand and let out a thoughtful hum. “That would explain a few things.”

“Did something happen?” you asked.

“This is just a theory, but I think that by acquiring a sample of the creature’s DNA from the altered body of its host, you might have accidentally created a unique opportunity.”

You frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that this ‘magical creature’ managed to merge its DNA with its hosts’ seamlessly. And what’s more, we have a sample of the altered DNA, which should allow us to create a hybrid of sorts. Half-human, half…whatever this is.” Warren explained.

You tried to wrap your head around that. A Silvertongue that wouldn’t have to jump hosts would be much easier to control. Their biology could potentially be very different from that of a human’s, but you would cross that bridge when you came to it.

“Find a way to do that, and we’re in business! The sooner we can get this thing up and running, the better.”

Warren folded his arms and glanced around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping. “I could produce results much faster if I knew more about what it was that I’m meant to help you create.” he pleaded.

“Tough nuts, prof. My level of trust in you isn’t that high yet, on account of you cloning me without my permission.” you said, a lighthearted smile on your face the entire time. “We’ll have to tame that wild streak of yours before we can make any more progress in this business relationship. A little more transparency, and a little less mad science.”

Warren’s frown deepened. “This ‘business relationship’, as you call it, is almost entirely based on this mad science that you criticize me for.”

(Cont.)
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“It’s not about you practicing it. It’s about how you choose to use it.” you argued. “We can’t afford to let this shit get out of hand.”

When Warren said nothing in reply, you punctuated your last statement. “Okay?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a small sigh. “...Fine. We’ll talk more about this later.” he decided. “For now, you should spend what little time you have left preparing for the Roxxon job. I’m under the impression that the Chameleon plans to act tomorrow night.”

You gaped at him. “Tomorrow night!?”

How the hell are you supposed to plan a heist in a single night? More importantly, how can you be sure that Warren’s intel is any good?

What if the Chameleon only let that slip so that you would try to go after it tomorrow. Or…what if he’s trying to lower your guard so that he can go for it tonight, instead. Or what if he just wants you to think that so that you can clear the way for him to snatch it away from you at the very last minute!?

You ran a hand down your face and let out a groan. This guy was really starting to get on your nerves. You hated having to worry about potential plots and attacks from every angle. It was downright exhausting.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll let my people know.” you said, pulling out your phone to send a text to the founding members of the Desperados. It was time to get the gang back together.

—---------

Upon arriving back at the warehouse, you were pleasantly surprised to see Cat and Prowler already there waiting for you. They must’ve sensed the urgency in your messages.

“Where’s the fire, wall-crawler?” Felicia said, pushing off of a wooden crate and placing a hand on her flared hip.

You landed directly in front of her in a crouch, before rising to your full height. “I’ve got a party to get to, and I wanted to make sure that we were all on the same page before then.” you said quickly.

Both of them exchanged a confused glance before turning back to you.

“A…party?” Prowler asked.

“You know. They’re those things you don’t get invited to.” Felicia added, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

Prowler scowled at her, but you didn’t give him a chance to fire back a retort.

“I hate to be the one to say it, but we don’t have time for quips right now.” you said, checking the time in the top right of your AR HUD.

“Wow. This really is serious.” Cat muttered.

Prowler nodded in agreement. “What do you need?”

“Sensitive information from Roxxon. They’ve got some research on cloning and genetics that I could really use.” you explained.

More confused looks.

Ugh! You didn’t have time for this. You needed to pick up Cindy soon, and these guys were going to need a lot more context before they could get a full picture of what you were expecting of them.

(Cont.)
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>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”
>”We’ll have to pick this back up after the party. Until then…try to find ways that we might break into Roxxon.”
>”There’s no helping it. I’ll have Flint pick up Cindy. They shouldn’t mind if I’m a little bit late.”
>”If you can behave yourselves at dinner, then you can both come. We can talk about it at the party. Just don’t reveal anything sensitive around my family.”
>”Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. It’s great to see you guys. Thanks for coming.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5511918
>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.
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>>5511918
>>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”
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>>5511918
>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”
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>>5511918
>>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”
>"We need to- I need to break into Roxxon tomorrow night steal some research while someone else is stealing the same research and catch that guy too. Maybe we only catch him after the fact with the intel hand delivered."
>"Maybe he breaks in tonight to catch me unawares by having transmitted bad intel to work with for me."
>"I'd imagine we get a bounty for him, but I'll pay you guys anyway."
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>>5511941
+1
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>>5511941
Supporting.
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>>5511941
I phrased that rather weirdly, but i think the point got across
QM, feel free to change it
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Qm I hope you had a good holiday. And I hope you have a great new years.
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>>5511941
+1
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>>5511918
>>5511941
+1, though I can take a crack at rewording it for anon.
>”Working to get Cindy’s voice back. It’s a literal magic problem, so it’s complicated and I got a lot of people involved. One key person wants this favor for their help, but there’s another criminal gunning for their own favor and they’ll grab this tomorrow. “
>”Could be false intel and they want to hit me tonight instead during this op, but they know I can’t risk this. We’ll get something for turning him in if he does pop up though, and fuck him with a barbed wire corkscrew dick. I’ll pay you both myself to turn him in if he tries to bargain with us.”
Covers pretty much the same points, though I tossed in “Cindy, it’s magic” bit to explain why we’re risking an ambush and that explaining why we can’t work around this guy would really take a while to unpack.
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>>5511924
>>5511927
>>5511935
>>5511941
>>5511943
>>5511962
>>5511971
>>5512617
I'll try to combine this:

>>”I’ve gotta pick Cindy up in a few. Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”
>"We need to- I need to break into Roxxon tomorrow night steal some research while someone else is stealing the same research and catch that guy too. Maybe we only catch him after the fact with the intel hand delivered."
>"Maybe he breaks in tonight to catch me unawares by having transmitted bad intel to work with for me."
>"I'd imagine we get a bounty for him, but I'll pay you guys anyway."

With a bit of this:

>”Working to get Cindy’s voice back. It’s a literal magic problem, so it’s complicated and I got a lot of people involved. One key person wants this favor for their help, but there’s another criminal gunning for their own favor and they’ll grab this tomorrow. “
>”Could be false intel and they want to hit me tonight instead during this op, but they know I can’t risk this. We’ll get something for turning him in if he does pop up though, and fuck him with a barbed wire corkscrew dick. I’ll pay you both myself to turn him in if he tries to bargain with us.”

I might substitute a few words here and there for the sake of conversation flow, but I'll try and stick to the same script.

Writing...

>>5511975
I did! I'm very excited for the New Years party that me and my friends are planning. I hope you and the rest of my players have a happy New Year's as well!
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You let out a weary sigh and awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. “Look, I’ve got to pick up Cindy in a few.” you announced before turning to walk back outside. “Come on. We’ll talk on the way.”

—-----

As it turned out, roping the other two into a threeway call was a much better decision than trying to remain close to one another while you were swinging through the city. Once again, you silently thanked Julia for her valuable addition to your mask’s lenses.

“We need to…well, I need to break into Roxxon tomorrow night in order to steal some research before someone else gets their hands on it.”


“Right. The ‘cloning research’.” Prowler confirmed.

You nodded, before remembering that prowler probably couldn’t see the subtle head motion from where he was. “Right. And ideally, I’d like to get my hands on the guy that’s trying to steal it away from me.”

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad.” Cat added.

“Not on paper, but there are a few wrinkles here and there.” you said. “We don’t know when exactly this guy is supposed to strike. My contact tells me that he’s going through with it tomorrow, but there’s a chance that the intel could be bad, and he might just try to pull it off tonight while I’m unprepared. There’s also the slight chance that he wants to bait me into going in early so that he can spring a trap on me.”

“You’re letting this guy get in your head. No one can be prepared for every little thing.” Cat offered. “Roxxon isn’t an easy place to break into in the first place. Whatever he’s got planned, it’ll take time to pull off.”

You weren’t entirely sure if those rules applied to someone who could change their face and voice on the fly, but you wanted to believe that she was right. It was about the only thing you could do to prevent yourself from going stir-crazy.

“You never did tell us what you need this research for.” Prowler said.

“I’m working to get Cindy’s voice back. It’s a literal magic problem, and it’s pretty complicated, so I got a bunch of other people involved in the operation.” you explained, not trying to go into great detail at this very moment. “One key figure wants me to grab the research in exchange for their help in this problem, but now this other criminal is gunning for the same thing.”

“What’s their angle?” Cat asked.

“I have no idea. Not yet at least.” you admitted. “I intend to squeeze the information out of him, one way or another. If you guys can help me catch him, then I guarantee you that we’ll get some sort of reward for him. Even if we don’t, I’ll personally compensate you for your troubles.”

(Cont.)
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And then, you’ll be free to enact some sweet, sweet revenge. It was going to be something slow and painful. Something that’d send a message to anyone that might try to mess with you or your family in the future. If you could just get your hands on some barbed wire, a pair of pliers and a spiked bat…

When neither of them answered, you cleared your throat and glanced back at them. “So…what do you say? You in?”

Cat was the first to give her answer. “Sure. It'd give me a chance to swipe some other goodies from Roxxon’s data banks. Maybe we’ll stumble across some experimental tech while we’re at it.”

You could practically hear the devious smile playing across her features just then.

The Prowler grunted his agreement. “I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work, but I can get behind a little corporate sabotage.”

“And it doesn’t hurt that the kid is pretty darned cute, too.” Cat put in. “At least now we know what you’ve been up to these past few months. I was starting to get concerned when you blew up that building.”

You winced. “You heard about that?”

“Me, the city, the whole entire block. You might’ve even woken up Dr. Doom.” she said, a clear note of amusement in her voice.

“Damn. That was you?” Prowler inquired.

“Enough about the damn building!” you shouted.

What will you say/do?

>”I don’t think we should wait for the Chameleon to make his move. We act tonight.”
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
>”Maybe we don’t have to work that hard to grab the intel before him. If we keep the building under constant surveillance, we’re bound to notice something unusual eventually.”
>”Let’s just jump him before he can deliver the intel. There’s no way he could fight all of us off.”
>”We might need some more help on this.” (Ask the Morlocks for additional assistance)
>”What do you guys think?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5512843
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
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>>5512843
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
>”We might need some more help on this.” (Ask the Morlocks for additional assistance)
I’d just want them to prepare an escape route for us in the sewers. Give us a path, trap other routes, trap our own route but tell us how to bypass them etc. No personal risk to their people like before. We can provide some of our web bombs as both a trap and as “cover” so anyone going after us thinks we set it up and not others.
>”What do you guys think?”
Anyone else with a grudge or that we could call? White Rabbit likes us and we mentioned nabbing her bee plans since apparently getting large amounts of bees is actually not very simple. We still have Adrian’s number, maybe he has some info on them since he’s bound to have robbed them at some point too. Our brother could have learned things while working with SHIELD, and if we mention it’s a chance to take down Chameleon then he might bite. That’s risky though since we’re committing a crime and he could press for details.
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>>5512843
>>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
>>”We might need some more help on this.” (Ask the Morlocks for additional assistance)
Callisto has seen the fake face Chameleon wore when we ran into her with Gwen, right?
She could be able to recognize him by scent. Even though I don't know how her memory works on having smelled something a few months back. If not, he likely left some trace smells in the secret lab, but she likely doesn't appreciate the chemical smell of one.
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>>5512843
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
Yeah, this is probably the smart option.
Felicia can hide in plain sight while she scouts out the interior, Prowler can probe their network to try and get a beat on where the primary objective is located, and Benny can case the exterior.
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>>5512843
Wait. The Serpent Society initially got founded thanks to Roxxon Corp. We just rolled them up, and we’re hitting Roxxon now. WAND is still making sure that mess is clear since we got hit yesterday. And our hit does get them a new Silvertongue.

Could we… could we really get away with asking for indirect SHIELD or WAND assistance? I’m assuming they wouldn’t put boots on the ground, but Roxxon may be too busy to have people in the building respond to a cyber attack looking for evidence of criminal activity launched shortly after our hit. If said cyberattack conveniently wiped their security recordings along with traces of what was stolen, we all win.
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>>5512843
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”
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>>5512858
>>5512861
>>5512865
>>5512880
>>5512881
>>5512900
>”We shouldn’t go into this halfcocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”

I'm seeing lots of cool ideas being thrown around here. Hang onto those for the actual planning phase! Writing...
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“We shouldn’t go into this half-cocked. We’ll spend all of tomorrow planning for the job.”

In the end, Cat was right about not letting the Chameleon worm his way into your head. There was a difference between being cautious, and being downright paranoid. There was no way for this guy to be everywhere at once, and he couldn’t possibly plan for every single eventuality.

Or maybe he could. Either way, you won’t gain anything by sitting around and waiting for him to go on the offensive. It was time for you to stop reacting and start acting.

Both of your partners nodded.

“Maybe then you can give us some more details about this whole thing.” Cat said. “All this stuff about ‘key figures’ and mysterious interlopers isn’t making this any more appealing, Hunter. You’re welcome to your secrets, but only if they don’t put us in unnecessary danger.”

“We’ll need to know what we’re dealing with if we want to come up with a plan on such short notice.” Prowler agreed.

You sighed and glanced down at a familiar Korean girl exiting the testing area. Gotta wrap this up. “Alright. I promise I’ll spill the beans when I get back.” you said.

“You’d better.” Felicia said with a smirk, before turning around to leave. “Oh, and tell the kid I said hi!”

After a brief wave goodbye, Prowler followed after her. You stared at their shrinking profiles for about a minute before you shot Cindy a quick text. A few seconds later, she glanced at her phone and made her way towards you without drawing too much attention.

Crouching low, you lowered a webline down towards the ground and waited for her to notice. It didn’t take her long, and she grabbed onto it without hesitation.

You reeled her in slowly, not wanting to dislocate her shoulder or tear her arm out of its socket. As soon as she was close enough, you grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

“Hey, kid. How’d the test go?”

It took her a minute to reply, since both her hands were occupied, but judging by her demeanor, she seemed fairly optimistic about her performance.

“I was a bit worried at first, but I felt pretty confident about most of my answers!” she signed, smiling triumphantly.

“I knew you’d ace it. You know what they say about Asians and studying.”

Cindy smacked your arm so fast that you’d almost missed it. Despite the racist context, Cindy was still smiling.

“What? Are you gonna tell me that you didn’t breeze through the math portion–hey!”

That earned you another smack. However, you could’ve sworn that her expression was a bit thoughtful as she tried to recall the math portion. Eventually, she shrugged and admitted to the crime of contributing to a gross stereotype. To you, it sounded like a humble brag.

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“Alright, Modok. Let’s get you some ice for that swollen head of yours.” you said, wrapping your arm around her waist. “Come on. There’s plenty of it back at Vic’s place.”

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You wouldn’t say that you’re much of a camera guy. Taking pictures just isn’t something that you think to do. You’re more inclined to live in the moment and engrave it into your memory.

Pete seems to like taking pictures on his Dad’s phone, though. So much so that you’re pretty sure he’s getting close to filling up his photo gallery. That gave you some ideas for future presents.

But if there was ever a moment to make you want to immortalize it with a well-placed photo, it was Cindy’s face when she saw everyone gathered together for her surprise party.

One after another, she was mobbed by family and friends alike, all of them congratulating her for her efforts up until this point. Absently, you wondered what you would have to do for her when she eventually got accepted into Brooklyn Visions.

She wasn’t nearly so certain about her enrollment as the rest of you were, but it would take an idiot to think that Cindy Moon gave anything less than her absolute best.

Sure, she’d fallen behind in training, but Khonshu would understand. Education came first. It would have to if he wanted a well-rounded Paladin to boss around.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Flint whispering to your sister, asking her if it was okay for him to bring out the cake before dinner. She balked at him, clearly bothered by the possibility of Cindy spoiling her dinner by filling up on cake.

While Cindy was distracted by Peter and Rich, you signaled them both to bring out the cake. Victoria gave you a flat look. You gave her an insistent look.

There was no way you were letting her ruin your reputation as a fun uncle.

She rolled her eyes and moved to bring it out of the kitchen. Flint moved to stop her, most likely volunteering to get it for her. She waved him off, making a joke about him getting sand in the cake, and moved past him while shaking her head.

And when she brought it out, you had yet another strong urge to take a picture. You wanted to remember the looks on these kids’ faces today.

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For reasons entirely out of her control, Cindy was never really one for post-dinner conversations. Most of the time she simply nodded along or laughed when everyone else laughed. But with you and Flint here to translate her witty banter, she felt more involved in the conversation at large. No longer an outsider or a spectator, but an active participant. You couldn’t wait for her to get her voice back.

A knock at the door briefly interrupted the good cheer at the table. Everyone exchanged confused looks, wondering who else was invited to the gathering. You barely managed to suppress a smile as you got up and went to open the door.

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To everyone else’s surprise, the man on the other side of the door had your exact face. The resemblance was uncanny. It was as if you were staring directly into a mirror from the neck up. Abel, of course, was wearing different clothes. An ESU hoodie and gray sweats. Nothing fancy, but it was functional.

He gave you a familiar smile. One that you returned with an identical smile. Then, you both turned to everyone else, standing almost side-by-side as you flashed your indistinguishable grins at them.

They stared at you in disbelief, some with open mouths.

“Everyone, I’d like you all to meet Abel. He’s my clone.” you said.

Abel gave you a bewildered look. “Actually, I’m Ben. You’re Abel.”

You scrunched up your face in confusion, mirroring his expression. “Am I? I don’t feel like a clone.”

Abel rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re wearing my clothes. Here, let’s switch.”

The two of you proceeded to try and change your clothes right in front of everyone else. That was when Vic and Rich felt the need to step in, and you put an end to your little act.

“You never told me he was coming today!” Vic said in a hushed tone.

“I know. That’s what made it so funny. I’m literally the funniest guy that I know.” you said with a shit-eating grin.

“You must not know a whole lot of people, then.” Rich muttered.

Abel turned towards your brother and gave him a look that was brimming with warmth. “It’s so good to see you again, bro!”

Before Richard could respond, Abel had already pulled him into a tight hug. This left him momentarily stunned, as he was unable to figure out how he should react to being hugged by a biological clone of his brother.

The hug lasted for an almost uncomfortable amount of time before Abel pushed off of him and turned his attention on Vic. Your sister looked like she was bracing for a hug, but all she got was a firm, but respectful pat on the shoulder and a brief handshake.

It wasn’t long after that that he was descending on Peter, who was equal parts confused and curious about this whole scenario. From the look on his face, you could tell that his brain was working double overtime to make sense of Abel’s presence, and possibly, his entire existence. It had just occurred to you that he might think this was all some sort of elaborate prank.

“Pete! My man! Look at how big you’re getting!” he exclaimed.

“Are you really a clone? Were you born in a lab?” Pete asked.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Abel said with a wink. A relaxed aura began to spread throughout the room, putting you and everyone else at ease. Your clone brother must be subconsciously using his power to ease the tension in the room. Flint, who had looked ready to spring into action at any given moment, relaxed back in his seat and watched Abel carefully.

(Cont.)
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“Flint! How’s it hanging, buddy? You look bigger. Have you been hitting the gym?”

Your best buddy was a bit stiff as Abel pulled him into a hug, but he didn’t seem entirely uncomfortable. Part of that might have been because Abel shared your approachable and familiar aura. Like shaking hands with a guy who could perfectly imitate your father.

It was still bizarre as hell, but not entirely unfamiliar.

Flint opened his mouth to reply, but Abel’s excitement didn’t allow him to stay in one place for very long.

“Cindy! What’s this I hear about you acing the entrance exams for Brooklyn Visions!? That math potion must’ve been a real cakewalk, huh?”

That earned him a smack on the arm as soon as he got within range. It was more reflexive than it was a conscious decision. You were the one who dared him to say it, and because of that little performance, you were about to be out of $100.

“You really weren’t kidding about the clone thing, huh?” Vic said, looking understandably spooked by the whole thing.

“It’s uncanny, right? He’s got the exact same punchable face.” Richard added, coming up on your left. “How’d this happen? Is he an…exact clone?”

What will you say?

>”Yeah, we’ve got the same DNA. That means we’ve more or less got the same specs.”
>”Hm? Oh, you're asking if he’s bigger than me. I don’t know. He’d probably lie about it if you asked him, so don’t bother.”
>”I’m not terribly well informed on the exact process involved, but I’d imagine that it’s something similar to what Professor Utonium did to create the Powerpuff girls.”
>You'll have plenty of time to ask him yourself over dinner. We'll probably also have to explain why there's no more cake left.
>Write-in.

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>>5513694
>”More like 99.99 percent. He's got some tricks of his own, and a certain..."condition". You should really ask him about it"
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>>5513694
>There are a few different things, but he is more or less the same.
>>5513700
I'm pretty sure we already told Rich about the cell degradation
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>>5513694
>”I’m not terribly well informed on the exact process involved, but I’d imagine that it’s something similar to what Professor Utonium did to create the Powerpuff girls.”
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>>5513694
>>You'll have plenty of time to ask him yourself over dinner. We'll probably also have to explain why there's no more cake left.
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>>5513694
>>You'll have plenty of time to ask him yourself over dinner. We'll probably also have to explain why there's no more cake left.
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>>5513694
Hm? Oh, you're asking if he’s bigger than me. I don’t know. He’d probably lie about it if you asked him, so don’t bother.”
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>>5514969
mucho texto
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>>5513951
>You'll have plenty of time to ask him yourself over dinner. We'll probably also have to explain why there's no more cake left.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5514969
I remember this being one of the Spider-Verse tie-ins. I liked the one where all the problematic spider-people teamed up as a part of some Spider-affiliated X-Force.
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“You’ll have plenty of time to ask him yourself over dinner. We’ll probably also have to explain why there’s no more cake left.” you said.

Vic shrugged. “You’re the one that wanted to lead with it. You tell him.”

You muttered a curse under your breath. “And he was really looking forward to that too.”

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Once the initial shock wore off, Abel pulled up a seat at the table and grabbed a plate. He was only mildly upset about the cake thing, but you promised to bring him a slice at a later date.

Unsurprisingly, he was swiftly bombarded with questions about the nature of his existence, and the details surrounding his conception. He answered to the best of his ability, and without exposing too much of Warren’s identity. He spoke very little of W, and refused to mention who she was cloned from.

The conversation became a bit stunted once he realized that you had already informed them about the cellular degradation that he was suffering from. You could practically sense the discomfort rolling off of Abel when the topic began to linger on that particular topic. And judging by Abel’s powers, that was probably exactly what was happening.

You quickly changed the subject, so as not to expose Abel to more pitiful looks from the rest of your company. The look that your clone gave you was a grateful one.

Rich and Pete seemed to have the most questions for him, as his very presence here defied their previous notions of practical science. Even you had to admit that Warren’s practices bordered on the category of “mad” science.

Surprisingly, though, Flint was the one who put a stop to their unintentional interrogation. In an entirely unexpected move, he casually chastised Richard for making a big deal about Abel’s unfortunate circumstances when the current celebration was supposed to be about Cindy. Both Richard and Vic gave the mute girl a guilty look, but she just gave them a sympathetic smile in return.

Your clone and your best buddy shared a look, and you sensed a bit of the connection that he and you shared between the two of them. It would take a while for Abel to find his place among your family, but you were confident that they would get used to him eventually.

For the next few hours, you and the others gave Abel a recap on the things he might have missed during his time at ESU. He had a ton of questions himself, most of them concerning your sister for some reason. You didn’t think much of it at first, but all of that changed when you and Abel left the table to meet in the kitchen. He’d been sending you nonverbal signals for a while now, and you were getting tired of brushing them off.

“What’s up? You should know where the bathroom is from my memories.” you said.

Abel shook his head and glanced over your shoulder at everyone else before he started speaking. “Nah, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Well that much was obvious.” you shot back.

(Cont.)
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“It’s gonna piss you off.” he warned. “And I’m really sure that you won’t believe me.”

You frowned at him, feeling a bit frustrated by his evasive behavior. “Just spit it out, man. It can’t be that bad.”

Abel stared at you for a long time, before nodding to himself and coming to a decision. “Alright. Just…try to keep in mind that I have my reasons for saying this.”

You promised him that you wouldn’t blow up at him, and he nodded again. “Ben...we don’t have a sister. It’s always just been me and Rich. Or…you and Rich. Us and Rich. You know what I mean.”

Your frown deepened, and then you laughed at him. It was a dry, humorless laugh. “What do you mean, Abe? She’s literally right there.” you said, tilting your head towards her for a brief moment.

Abel glanced at her, as if to acknowledge her existence, but his blank expression hadn’t changed. “I see her, but I don’t have any memories of her. She’s an absolute stranger to me.”

What will you say?

>”Warren must have made a mistake when he reconstructed your memory. You were only a strand of hair back then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if something went wrong during the cloning process.”
>”Are you saying she’s adopted, or something? Because even if she is, I don’t care about any of it.”
>”That’s probably a symptom of that cellular degradation thing. Maybe you’re losing your memories as a result of the imperfect cloning process?”
>”That’s ridiculous. I’ve known Vic my entire life. She’s one of the only members of the Parker family that I actually like.”
>”Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night? Are you doing some sort of investigation?”
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
>Write-in.

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>>5515459
>”Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night? Are you doing some sort of investigation?”
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
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>>5515459
>”Warren must have made a mistake when he reconstructed your memory. You were only a strand of hair back then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if something went wrong during the cloning process.”

>could also be a side effect of your cellular degradation.

>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
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>>5515459
>>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
Shit, the signs were there
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>>5515459
>”Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night? Are you doing some sort of investigation?”
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
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>>5515465
>Shit, the signs were there
Didn't Web say something about Vic before?
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>>5515508
yeah, and in the comics peter had a lost sister that may or may not have been real
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>>5515459
>”Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night? Are you doing some sort of investigation?”
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
>”Warren must have made a mistake when he reconstructed your memory. You were only a strand of hair back then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if something went wrong during the cloning process.”
Given all the interactions we’ve had with her, even in the course of this quest, it’s unusual for her to not exist in his memory. I suppose the alternative to a mistake in his memory is that we (and others) have had their memory manipulated. I’d have to wonder why though. Richard was a SHIELD researcher, sure, but this would be next-level spycraft.
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>>5515459
>>5515465
Add something else
>"Wait... How did you meet Peter?"
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>>5515459
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”
Let's at least hear him out before we call him crazy.
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>>5515459
Makeshift flash bomb. Take vic to roof. Put a bullet in her. We don't need any body snatcher bullshit.
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>>5515570
Contain your paranoia
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>>5515461
>>5515464
>>5515465
>>5515506
>>5515513
>>5515521
>>5515552
>”Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night? Are you doing some sort of investigation?”
>”Warren must have made a mistake when he reconstructed your memory. You were only a strand of hair back then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if something went wrong during the cloning process.”
>”You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”

Taking these. Writing...
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“Is that why you’ve been grilling her all night?” you asked. “Is this all part of some ‘investigation’?”

Abel let out a small sigh and risked another glance at Vic. “Something like that. I just wanted to meet her and see what she was all about.”

“And? What’d you think?” you said impatiently.

Abe shrugged. “Her emotions felt genuine. She doesn’t seem to be trying to hide anything from any of us, but…something about her still feels…off somehow. I can’t put my finger on it.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Warren must have made a mistake when he reconstructed your memory.” you concluded. “You were only a strand of hair back then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if something went wrong during the cloning process.”

Abel’s expression darkened, and you felt the sweltering heat of his mounting anger fill the air around you. He seemed to notice this, and took a calming breath before speaking again. “This isn’t just based on my memory. There are some serious inconsistencies here.”

“Alright. You said you had a reason for thinking this way. Let’s hear it.”

Abel leaned back against the kitchen counter, tore the cap off of his beer and threw it back. He took a moment to appreciate the bitter taste, looked down at the label, and then back up at you. “I did some digging. I called some of her old workplaces and looked into the old family photo albums.”

“How’d you get those?” you asked. But he didn’t have to answer. Your eyes widened with the sudden realization of what he had done. “You broke into our parents’ place!?” you said in a hushed tone.

Abel gave you a dismissive wave. “I was in and out. They never even knew I was there.”

“That’s not the point. You can’t just go around doing whatever you want.”

He scoffed at you. “Like you’re one to talk. We both know that you’ve pissed off more people than the two of us have met combined.” he said, a slightly amused smile creeping onto his face, but it quickly changed back into that stony mask he had been wearing ever since you entered the kitchen. “We’re getting off topic, though. When I searched through those photo albums, I couldn’t find her in any photos dating back past the last 5 years.”

“That’s because she didn’t like being in photos when she was younger.” you explained. “It was this whole ‘body positivity’ thing. She was gaining weight, getting bullied at school, and…we don’t talk about it much.”

Your clone brother must have sensed some of the emotions that you were experiencing, because he gave you a sympathetic look before taking another swig of his beer. “So you don’t think it's weird that she isn’t in any of your childhood photos? Not at all?”

“She’s in them. I’ve literally seen them before.” you argued.

(Cont.)
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“But have you seen any of them recently?” Abel asked.

You were about to say no, but Abel seemed to be able to tell what you would say from the look on your face.

“I’m sure you just missed them when you broke into our parents’ place.” you said, trying to make sense of this whole thing. “You mentioned something about her past workplaces?”

Abel nodded. “I asked about her, and everyone seemed to remember her working there. But, get this, they don’t have any of her info on file. No paper trail, or anything. It’s as if she’s a rumor, or an urban legend or something. No one has any actual proof that she ever worked there.”

You frowned at him. That didn’t make any sense. There’s no way that she could’ve gotten a job without giving them her contact info at least. And you’re pretty sure that your sister’s never done any shady, “under the table” stuff.

But before your imagination could get further and further away from you, a sudden realization blew away any other thoughts that you might have had. You looked at your clone brother, narrowing your eyes accusingly at him.

“Have you been spying on her? Vic said that she thought someone was following her around lately, so I thought that it must have been the Chameleon.”

Abel looked away, and that was all the confirmation you needed. He was hiding things from you.

“You haven’t been staying on campus like you said you were this entire time, have you? You’ve been looking into my sister.” you said, taking another step towards him, unsure of what you even wanted to accomplish.

Abel turned back to face you, his eyes full of steely resolve. “Look, I’m just trying to protect this family.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, you knew them to be true. Unsurprisingly, you saw a lot of yourself in Abel.

“And if Vic isn’t a part of this family, then I don’t know who or what she is. Could be a threat to Pete, Cindy, Rich; everyone, really.”

You were about to reply, but the doorbell ringing drew everyone’s attention back to the living room. You weren’t expecting any other visitors. You and Abel exchanged a cautious look.

Seeing as how no one else was moving, Rich looked as if he might get up to answer the door himself.

(Cont.)
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What will you say/do?

>”No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over. If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”
>”I don’t want you looking any further into this. We’ve got enough problems as it is.”
>”If you can’t sense any duplicity from her, then I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this. I just haven’t found out what it is yet.”
>”What were you trying to do? Expose her in front of everyone at dinner? What would that solve?”
>”Is this why you took so long to contact me?”
>”So, what? Do you have any theories for what might be happening here?”
>(To everyone else) ”Nobody answer that.”
>Say nothing and answer the door.
>Write-in.

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>>5515768
To everyone else) ”Nobody answer that.”
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>>5515774
Also if we get close to the door shouldn't our spider sense detect any incoming danger
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>>5515777
That's usually the case, yes. At the moment, you aren't sensing anything.
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>>5515768
>”No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over. If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”
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>>5515768
>”No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over. If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”
>”Going forward, ask Webb for help. If anything, this sounds like more magic BS and that’s not our forte.”
>Ask Flint to get the door. He can take a hit.
I looked up the older threads and found when Webb was looking into our family and friends to confirm they were safe. I forgot she had paused when confirming our sister unlike everyone else.
>Victoria… Parker.
She made it seem like she wasn’t really a “Parker”, but she also didn’t feel the need to warn us so either she couldn’t figure it our for real or she didn’t think Vic was a danger to us so she kept quiet so as not to cause a scene.

I don’t want to be overly paranoid, but Flint is basically indestructible so he can answer.
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>>5515944
good noticing the Webb thing

so best case scenario she's an agent that was implaced for Pete and Richard because of Mary

It could be Chameleon related from the time he impersonated Rich, but I kinda doubt it.
I don't think Vic appeared after we met up with the Chameleon that first time because we have quite some vampire history with Vic before that.

>”No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over. If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”
And just because we hit a new mystery box, doesn't mean that the person at the door is related.
>Say nothing and answer the door.
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>>5515944
+1
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>>5515954
Another anon commented on it first, so credit to them. I had forgotten all about it, but figured it was around that time.

>>5515765
An additional note for Abel
>”Anything special going on with us or Rich over five years ago? You said she didn’t start appearing in pictures until then.”
Maybe we don’t have time to ask that question before we answer the door though. Something for both of us to chew on though.
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>>5516227
Are you talking about me, here?
>>5515508
I only thought about it because the other anon said that the signs were already there, so it came to mind, but I didn't remember what Web had said.
Good work finding it on the archives.
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>>5516255
Yeah, that was it. “The signs were there” was too vague for me, but the mention of Webb was specific enough I felt like diving.

Thread 5.5 if anyone else wants to look for it. Just search “Victoria” and it’s pretty obvious. I am slightly ashamed since I was the one who commented on the weird hitch in Webb’s response after that. I was way off-base with my guess I suppose.
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>>5515872
>>5515944
>>5515954
>>5515978
>>5516227
>”No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over. If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”
>Ask Flint to get the door. He can take a hit.

Taking these. Writing...

Also, I'm pleasantly surprised that people remember that part from Madame Webb. We're starting to get into some of the stuff that I was excited to introduce into the story.
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The room had nearly gone completely silent. Everyone present here had recent experience with home invasions, and the adults were keenly aware of the danger they faced just from the Chameleon’s continued existence.

So it was with great difficulty that you managed to mutter your next few words, praying that no one else could overhear your conversation. This really wasn’t the time, nor was it the place to discuss such matters.

Leaning in close, you tried to decrease the distance between the two of you as much as possible without drawing too much attention. It was about as natural as a guy talking to his cloned self could be in a casual family setting.

“No more going behind my back. I’ve got enough people lying to me and trying to screw me over.” you said, not even trying to hide the steel in your voice and the flint in your gaze. “If I can’t even trust my own clone, then I think I might just go insane.”

Abel looked at you for a long moment, before nodding slowly. You assumed that he had been searching your emotions when you said that. You’d been counting on it, in fact. They spoke to how deathly serious you were about having people at your back that you could trust. He knew that better than anyone.

Well…he was supposed to, anyway.

“Hey, Flint? Can you get the door for me?” you asked, signaling your brother to sit his ass right back down in that chair. For once, your bro didn’t give you any cheek or a witty retort, and he did as he was told. That spoke to how nervous he was about the potential threat lurking just beyond that wooden door.

Flint approached it slowly, discreetly hardening the sand in one of his hands so that he might use it as a bludgeoning tool. No one spoke. It was as if the very air in the room had seized up in preparation for an explosive reaction.

You paid close attention to your spider-sense, struggling to perceive what might just be a threat to the majority of your immediate family. As far as you could tell, there wasn’t anything inherently dangerous on the other side of that door. Did some of the Spider Slayers track you down because of your close proximity to Abel?

No, you would’ve been able to sense them before they got anywhere near you. Knowing Abel, he probably has W on lookout somewhere. Her spider-manipulation ability had some useful recon applications, after all.

A million thoughts flew in and out of your head in the time it took Flint to cross over to the door, peek through the peephole, and then blink in surprise.

“Hey, Benny. It’s a cop!” he said in a hushed tone.

Everyone looked at you.

You shrugged at them with a frown. “What?”

“Have you…done anything-” Richard began to say.

“Not entirely legal” was the unspoken implication. He didn’t want Peter to get the wrong idea, but the kid was probably smart enough to read between the lines.

(Cont.)
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Feeling simultaneously frustrated, cautious and relieved, you walked over to the door and pulled it open. Standing on Victoria’s welcome mat was an Asian woman with sharp features, a severe expression, and short black hair styled into a bob cut. Her eyes flitted up to meet yours as you swung the door open.

“Good evening, officer. Is there anything that I can do for you?” you asked, noticing her lack of uniform. A detective, most likely.

Your suspicions were confirmed when she flashed her badge a moment later. “Detective Watanabe. I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I needed to follow up on a tip that I received.” she said, trying to glance past you and Flint without moving from the welcome mat. You didn’t let her.

Couldn’t have been that sorry if she felt the need to go ahead and do it anyway.

“Does ‘Cindy Moon’ live here?” she asked. “She’s needed for questioning regarding the potential murder of her parents.”

It was all you could do to prevent your eyes from becoming as big as dinner plates. You just hoped that Flint was able to mask his expression half as well as you had.

At least this cop had the decency to lower her voice a bit when she mentioned Cindy’s parents.

What will you say/do?

>”Murder? From what I heard, they ‘mysteriously vanished’ in the night. Did some new evidence turn up?”
>”Whatever questions you might have, I can answer them for you. Let’s take this outside.”
>”You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”
>”You can try. Good luck trying to get a peep out of her. She hasn’t spoken a single word ever since the incident, and I don’t need you digging up old trauma.”
>”Come back when you’ve got a warrant, detective. A hunch will only get you so far.” (Slam the door in her face.)
>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5517057
>”Whatever questions you might have, I can answer them for you tomorrow.”
>”You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”
Priorities.
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>>5517057
>>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.
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>>5517057
>”You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”
>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.
Get outta here, Yuri, our paranoia leaves no patience for you or whoever’s manipulating you.
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>>5517057
>Annoyed rub of noseridge. "Give me your contact info and I'll forward it to someone who will clear it all up. But you're not ruining our dinner without a warrant today."
>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.
If she presses claim that this is just a case of two agencies not communicating with one another.
We can toss the problem simply to Pandora, I guess. WAND should have a legal department able to deal with this.
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>>5517057
>>5517067
On further reflection, if she pushes it, we can close the door and add
>”Listen, if I let you in there to ask questions, she’ll answer them because that’s what she does when curve balls get thrown at her. She accepts it. Nevermind how fucked up it is to be answering questions about your parents during your own celebration. Nevermind how fucked up it is that the line of questioning is something she’s expected to answer in the first place. She’s a survivor, she adapts like no one’s business, and I’m trying my damndest to get her to think past that.”
>”Don’t set my little girl back like this. Please. Let her have a big moment that isn’t tainted with other memories.”
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>>5517057
>”You can try. Good luck trying to get a peep out of her. She hasn’t spoken a single word ever since the incident, and I don’t need you digging up old trauma.”
>”You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”
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>>5517067
>>5517070
>>5517106
>>5517131
The problem I have with these is that we confirm that she is here at the moment.
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>>5517134
I am making an assumption that she is who she says and that she has some degree of humanity, so I don’t feel the need to keep that she’s here secret. If she’s different in comics, I’m willing to stonewall more thoroughly.
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>>5517143
well, I just read through stuff because I was trying to identify Vic
but the Vamps likely still hold a grudge against us and we know they are coming sometime soon.
The chance of the detective being vampire mind-controlled right now is non-zero
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>>5517162
Alright, it’s paranoid but little harm in preparing for it.
How does
>”Look, we had people ready to jump you because we weren’t expecting more visitors. Home invasions have left us all unsettled about strangers swinging by the house. How about you hand me your card and we meet somewhere less sensitive tomorrow?”
Shouldn’t give away anything more than they’d already know since vamps hit it once already.
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>>5517057
>”Murder? From what I heard, they ‘mysteriously vanished’ in the night. Did some new evidence turn up?”

>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.
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>>5517057
>”Whatever questions you might have, I can answer them for you. Let’s take this outside.”
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>>5517067
>>5517068
>>5517070
>>5517094
>>5517106
>>5517131
>>5517173
>>5517186
>>5517381
>”You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”
>Signal Abel to subtly manipulate her emotions in order to get her to leave.

Taking these. Writing...
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Your frown deepened, and you leaned forward a bit, putting your left arm just out of sight, where you signaled your clone to action. “You literally couldn’t have come at a worse time. Tonight’s supposed to be special for her. Can’t we do this some other time?”

The detective’s features softened noticeably, and you thought she was about to reply with an answer that wouldn’t entirely like. But before she could say anything, her expression shifted into one of intense guilt, and mild self-loathing.

Clearly swallowing her pride, she bowed her head in apology. “Y-you’re right. This was a bad time. I won’t bother you for much longer.”

Your eyes went wide with surprise again, and you and Flint exchanged a look. When you returned your gaze to the detective, she was holding out a little white card.

“Here. If you ever want to reach me, or if you remember more about the case.” she said.

You slowly took the card from her and watched as she bowed her head, turned around and left without another word. Her car was parked further down the street, and she didn’t so much as glance back at you as she slid inside the driver’s seat. Almost as if she was too embarrassed to face you again.

“Damn…” you muttered.

Flint whistled. “What the hell was that about?”

If Abel could do that whenever he wanted, then he just might take Rich’s spot as your favorite brother. He’s been holding the title for far too long in your opinion. A little healthy competition wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Stowing the card away, you closed the door, and turned to greet everyone with a carefree smile plastered on your face. “False alarm, everybody. It was just a crazy lady with the wrong address.”

Vic and Rich exchanged a doubtful look.

“She must not have been a very good cop.” Pete said.

You nodded approvingly at him. “A very astute observation, Pete! Now…let’s eat.”

And with that, everyone sat back down at the table. There was far more nervous energy circulating through the air now, but it wasn’t entirely impossible to squeeze at least a little enjoyment out of the remainder of your night.

You sent a grateful smile over in Abe’s direction, and he returned it with an almost imperceptible nod. And almost at the same time, you both glanced at Vic.

What your clone brother had said was already beginning to worm its way into your head, threatening to undermine the very foundations for your trust and familial relationships. This was Vic you were talking about. The one who always had your back, even when your brother, parents and pretty much everyone else in this god-forsaken family didn’t.

The thought of her carrying around a lie this big was unbelievable. The crushing weight of it would drive her stress levels through the roof. She’d be hospitalized in less than a week!

(Cont.)
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The Vic you knew simply wasn’t capable of that. But then again…maybe you didn’t know her as well as you thought you did. Maybe your sister was the world’s greatest actor. If she even was your sister…

You shook your head and tried to banish the thought. You’d look into it later. Not now, when there was so much at stake for tomorrow’s mission.

But…it never hurt to plan ahead. Just in case something happened.

What do you plan on doing about Abel’s accusations?

>You’d search her room when she was out of the house with Flint.
>You’re gonna visit your parents later and check out that family photo album.
>Call up Pandora. Her ability to search through a person’s memories would be invaluable here.
>See if you can’t get a DNA sample from her to give to Warren. Maybe he can use his cloning machine to peek through her memories.
>Give her picture to Hill as a pretext to the possibility of her being a spy.
>Request that Louise visit Vic’s home as soon as she’s feeling up to it. If Vic’s still under vampiric influence, then she should be able to tell immediately.
>Nothing. She's never given you a reason to doubt her motives before, and you don't think she'd ever do anything to hurt someone that you care about. Even Abel said that her feelings were genuine.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5517697
>You’re gonna visit your parents later and check out that family photo album.
and
>Call up Pandora. Her ability to search through a person’s memories would be invaluable here.
we don't need to risk making a clone of her.
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>>5517697
>>Give her picture to Hill as a pretext to the possibility of her being a spy.
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>>5517697
>Write-in
>Go ask Madame Webb
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>>5517697
>Go ask Madame Webb, she paused when she talked about Vic.
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>>5517702
i'll replace calling pandora for
>>Go ask Madame Webb, she paused when she talked about Vic.
if that doesn't work we can still call her.
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>>5517697
>Ask Webb.
She noticed something. We’ll finally follow up on it.
>Ask Flint what he’s figured out from Vic. Was it just the stalking that bothered her, or something more?
He’s been close to her recently, and we can say Abel and Webb picked up some weird stuff from her. Could be something magic-related, which is something he can’t judge fully.

Jesus most of these options are creepy/batshit to consider.
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>>5517697
>You’re gonna visit your parents later and check out that family photo album.
>Give her picture to Hill as a pretext to the possibility of her being a spy.
It IS tangentially related to a SHIELD operation after all...
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>>5517697
>>Give her picture to Hill as a pretext to the possibility of her being a spy.
>Go ask Madame Webb, she paused when she talked about Vic.
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>>5517697
>Go ask Madame Webb, she paused when she talked about Vic.
>You’re gonna visit your parents later and check out that family photo album.
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So could vic be a spider totem
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>>5517870
Webb would have spoken to us about it if she was, wouldn't she? There's no way she wouldn't have been able to feel it.
Unless her proximity to us is obfuscating her psionic presence. You know, hiding in the wake of another Totem's signature.
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>>5517900
Well being a totem isn't a bad thing I don't think. Maybe she realized how much we had going on with Cindy and was like this poor schmuck had way too much drama
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>>5517905
>Well being a totem isn't a bad thing I don't think
If the Totem in question is going out of their way to hide their presence from another Totem, that's already way too suspicious for my liking.
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>>5517900
Webb would have sensed her when she was watching over Ben's family, especially during all those times Ben was nowhere near her. Vic's no Spider Totem
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>>5517697
>Only give Webb a call to find out whether Vic is harmless or not.
Pandora is not in our contacts pastebin list, but i figure we have her number.
>get WANDs legal team to make the police back off the Moon case. It was vampires which since has been dealt with.
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>>5517726
>>5517705
>>5517717
>>5517763
>>5517824
>>5517865
>>5518067
>Go ask Madame Webb

Taking these. Writing...

>>5517763
Maybe Ben could be the paranoid schizo Spider-Man
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>>5518067
Oh, and you're entirely right! I kept forgetting to update the Contacts pastebin. It's less like you have her number, and more like you have a method of summoning her via the silver bell at Madame Webb's mansion.

>Iron Fist added to Contacts list!
>Luke Cage added to Contacts list!
>Pandora Peters added to Contacts list!
>Yuri Watanabe added to Contacts list!

I'll add these in a bit.
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Now that you thought about it, you noticed something strange when Madame Webb scanned the city for Vic. Hers was the only name that she paused on.

At the time, it seemed too insignificant to make a big deal out of. It could’ve been that Cassandra was slowing down in her old age. Or maybe the task of scanning an entire city in such a short amount of time took the wind out of her sails. Could be that she just needed a moment to sort out her thoughts. Could be nothing.

But…it wouldn’t hurt to make sure. If it really wasn’t anything, you’d apologize to Vic in your head and surprise her with a gift.

God, you really hoped that it was just you being paranoid.

After Cindy shot you a few too many concerned looks, you knew that you’d been uncharacteristically quiet for a bit too long. You somehow managed to keep a lid on things long enough for Pete to get tired. That was usually around the time when Vic decided to call it. No more loud conversations meant that the party would slowly start to lose steam. Better to end things on a high note.

Cindy got up and thanked everyone present for their role in contributing to this celebration. You could tell that she had a good time, even if things got a little hairy near the end there. Flint, Vic and Rich all took turns hugging her goodnight. But when she returned to stand next to you, you let her know that she would be staying here for the night.

Confusion bloomed on everyone’s faces, but a quick glance at Abe was enough to convey what you were thinking. That was the nice thing about clones. It was never really hard to figure out what the other one was thinking.

Abe caught on quick, making some quick excuse about the two of you having to pick up some furniture for his dorm room at ESU. No one looked like they were buying it, but you had to give them something.

They all nodded their understanding, despite none of them knowing what you were actually planning on doing. It probably says something how quickly your loved ones have gotten used to you leaving them out of the loop, but you can’t be assed to feel bad about it now. This one was extremely personal.

The look of worry on Cindy’s face led you to wonder just how much she heard that cop say. You didn’t want to ask, since that might just confirm her suspicions. Those old wounds should stay closed. It hasn’t even been a year since the incident, and you’ve already got people trying to remind her of that traumatic shit.

You’ll have to find a way to put a stop to that too. One thing at a time, Parker. One thing at a time.

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Together, you and Abe suited up and swung over to Webb’s mansion. Since you weren’t sure if the wards would allow him through yet, you told him to wait outside its effective range until you could get Rintrah to alter them or check for you.

When you asked to see Cassandra, Julia directed you upstairs to her room. There, she lay awake in her bed, likely having foretold your visit in a vision or something.

(Cont.)
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“You’ve got a visitor, boss.” Jules announced.

Webb nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Julia. Might I request a bit of privacy between me and Mr. Parker here?”

The redhead gave her a thumbs up and left the room, closing the door behind her. You waited until you couldn’t hear her footsteps before you started speaking.

“Do you know what I’m here for?” you asked.

“Does it have anything to do with the Spider-Totem standing out on my front lawn?” she guessed.

“Sort of, but that’s not the main reason that I’m here.” you replied. “Do you remember when I had you check and see if my friends were alright a few months back? You listed them off, one by one.”

Cassandra frowned slightly, and then nodded. “Yes, I remember.” she said slowly.

“When you said my sister’s name, you hesitated for a moment. Was there a reason for that?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she sat up straighter in her bed. “Has something happened?” she asked, an indecipherable expression taking shape on her lined face.

You shook your head. “Not really, no. Not yet, at least.” you muttered. “But I’d like an answer if you have one for me."

Cassandra paused once more, then used her hands to smooth out her bedsheets. “The reason I paused when I sensed your sister’s presence was because I had a great deal of trouble deciphering her thoughts.”

Now it was your turn to frown. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that the girl guards her thoughts very well.” Webb continued. “She doesn’t strike me as someone who’s received any kind of training in fending off mental attacks, so I can only conclude that she is predisposed to having an incredibly high resistance to telepathic probing.”

“So…you can’t read her thoughts?” you asked.

Cassandra waved a hand at you. “I never said that. I eventually wormed my way in, but it wasn’t anything like what I expected. The thoughts I picked up were absolute gibberish. I couldn’t understand a word of them.”

“Has that ever happened before?”

She shook her head. “Not to me, no. Even if someone is thinking in a different language, there are usually ways to bridge that gap and circumvent the language barrier. The only explanation that I can think of is that your sister’s brain chemistry is different from what I’m used to.”

“So the only thing you found in her head were indecipherable thoughts? Why didn’t you mention something earlier?” you said.

Another long pause. You could see her gripping the edges of the bedsheets, her body trembling as if there were a draft in the room.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“That…wasn’t the only thing that I found.” she muttered. “I was able to pick up on her emotions when I was probing her mind. The ones that she keeps buried deep down, where no one can find them.”
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“And?”

You tried not to sound impatient, but you were probably doing a bad job at that.

Webb seemed to steady herself a bit before answering. “I found fear. Fear for her wellbeing. Fear for her future. Fear for her family.” she said, looking directly at you with her unseeing gaze. “But most of all, I felt a deep, and oppressive loneliness. So powerful and overwhelming that you could drown in it.”

You let the implications of that statement sink in for a moment.

“The reason I did not bring this to your attention was because I struggled to understand it myself. I still do, even now.” she admitted. “But I do not believe that that is reason enough to persecute her or suspect her of duplicity."

What will you say?

>”...Does she still feel that way? Even now?”
>"You still should've told me something earlier. What's the point of keeping that sort of information to yourself?"
>”Maybe she has some sort of latent mutation that changed her brian chemistry. Do you think we should get it checked out at a hospital or something?”
>”You mean to tell me that you experienced all of this in the few seconds that it took for you to finish a sentence?”
>"I…I don’t know what to do. What should I do about any of this? If it turns out that Vic is lying to me, then I might just lose my shit."
>Offer to introduce her to Abel while you take some time to think. You need a minute to process this.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5518221
>”...Does she still feel that way? Even now?”
>”Would you have ever told me if I didn’t ask? If she didn’t turn hostile?”
>”You mean to tell me that you experienced all of this in the few seconds that it took for you to finish a sentence?”
>Offer to introduce her to Abel while you take some time to think. You need a minute to process this.
>”Yeah, introducing the good twin I guess. You’ll get along better…”
I don’t blame her for withholding info, we do that often enough when we think that it’ll distract people too much or it’s something we’ll be dealing with for them. But I imagine Ben’s going to be distracted while he figures out what to do about this. Hence the half-hearted Abel introduction.

So, thoughts? I’m going to guess dimensional traveller of some sort. Ran away from home, hiding here in spite of the universe “resisting” it and scrubbing traces of them over time. Changed form to fit in and have a family, but it’s not quite the same as what they left.

No idea if that’s backed up by anything in canon or not.

Guess we owe her a talk.
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>>5518221
>"Alright... So, no reason to beat around the bush. Spider-Totem outside is an adult clone of mine, memory included. Except him remembering us- me ever having a sister."
>"While I admit I am a tad paranoid right now- Could you, like, check if my memory has been tampered with?"
>"Has some alien or supernatural critter made up a persona and coddled itself up in the Parker household, or am I actually going off the deep end here?"
>"Also, the clone's named himself 'Abel', he says 'hi', would you like to meet him?"
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>>5518272
>Support
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>>5518221
>>5518272
Switching mine (>>5518231) to backing this one. It’s smart, maybe Webb will see something different in our memories than she’s expect.
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>>5518272
+1
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>>5518231
Support
I have a dumb idea: Vic rally is a Parker. but from another dimension.
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>>5518272
>>5518296
>>5518304
>>5518302
>"Alright... So, no reason to beat around the bush. Spider-Totem outside is an adult clone of mine, memory included. Except him remembering us- me ever having a sister."
>"While I admit I am a tad paranoid right now- Could you, like, check if my memory has been tampered with?"
>"Has some alien or supernatural critter made up a persona and coddled itself up in the Parker household, or am I actually going off the deep end here?"
>"Also, the clone's named himself 'Abel', he says 'hi', would you like to meet him?"

Interesting...
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>>5518371
>Interesting...
I may have fucked up, bros
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>>5518387
You might have guessed what's happening, or put the idea of a red herring that will be cleared up soon. I don't think it's something that would be too bad.
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>>5518396
never trust your DM/QM/GM when they say "interesting..." and just start rolling dice behind their screen.
(was my write-in, my IP just keeps doing what it wants)
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>>5518387
It’s okay, even if you did we’re all veterans of the Silvertongue arc. We know how to handle shit getting thrown at us by now.
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You took a deep breath, let it out, and then clenched and unclenched your fists a few times before speaking again.

“Alright, so…no reason to beat around the bush. The Spider-Totem outside is an adult clone of mine, memory included. The only difference is that he has no memories of us—me ever having a sister.” you explained. “His name’s Abel, and he says hi.”

Madame Webb’s eyebrows rose sharply. Her mouth worked wordlessly, and she was now cradling her sharp chin in one hand. “Fascinating…! I wasn’t aware that such a thing was possible…” she mused. Eventually, she remembered herself once more, and loudly cleared her throat as if to force herself to focus. “Of course, now is not the time to discuss such matters. I shall request that Julia and Rintrah allow him inside for now.”

You nodded appreciatively. “I will admit, I am a tad bit paranoid right now.” you said. “But I really need you to do me a huge favor.”

“Of course.”

“Could you, like, check if my memories have been tampered with?”

A crease formed between Cassandra’s eyebrows again. “You suspect her of being a telepath?”

“I just want to make sure.” you reassured her. “Has some alien or supernatural critter made up a persona and coddled itself up in the Parker household, or am I actually going off the deep end?”

Her face went pale, and you could tell that the suggestion had truly horrified her. “For both our sakes, I truly hope that you are losing your mind.”

You let out a weary sigh. “You and me both…”

Madame Webb gestured for you to move closer to her side of the bed, and you did so mechanically.

“If you are truly set on this course of action, then I will need you to surrender yourself to me. There can be no secrets between us. If you resist me at all, then it might not be as effective as you’d hoped.” she said.

That gave you reason for pause. It wasn’t as if you had a whole lot to lose from letting Madame Webb view a recap of your life. She already knew your name, face, friends and family. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d memorized your social.

But it was how you wouldn’t be able to hide your most shameful moments. Your regrets, your misery, all the shit you’ve ever been through or done to someone else would be laid bare.

What would she think of you, then? Would she forgive you? Lay on some more of that grandmotherly understanding? Or would your thoughts and actions disgust her so thoroughly that she’d refuse to associate with you any further?

The thought scared you more than you thought it would. It was shocking to realize how much you’d come to rely on her and the connection you made through her. But some part of you knew that she wouldn’t abandon this mission before seeing it through. She just wasn’t that sort of person. And good on you for taking advantage of that kindness.

(Cont.)
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Would Matt be nearly as merciful? You didn’t know. You were just so damned tired.

“Benjamin?”

Her words brought you out of your downward spiral, and you absently wondered how much of that she’d overheard. Then again, if what she was saying was true, she’d have her fill of embarrassing moments in a little while.

Huh. Weird. You were actually considering this, weren’t you? No, wait. Even worse. You’d already made up your mind.

“Okay…I’m ready. Let’s do this.” you declared.

Madame Webb remained silent for what felt like an eternity, before she gestured for you to kneel down. You did so without hesitation. A frail, bony hand caressed the top of your head, and you nearly flinched back reflexively.

Why were her hands so damned cold?

“I have poor circulation, you young punk.” said an irritated voice in your mind.

Whoa! She heard that!?

“Yes, I did. Now stop flooding your mind with useless drivel. I need to concentrate.”

Right. Sorry. Should you…clear your mind, or-

“That won’t be necessary. I will do it for you. All you have to do is let me.”

How’re you supposed to do that?

“Don’t fight it. You’ll start to feel your limbs growing heavier, and your brain will begin to feel numb in some places. When you start to feel that…try not to panic.”

Gotcha. Try not to…panic…

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You don’t know how long you were out for, but it didn’t take very long for you to figure out that something wasn’t right. For a while now, you’ve been watching an accelerated slideshow of your life up until this point. Your failures and your fumbles. Your trials and your triumphs. The little moments you’d taken for granted as a kid. The way your dad would look at you without a face full of disappointment. The way your mom would love you unconditionally, no matter what you said or did. The way your brother would trail after you because of how you beat the shit out of his bullies. The your…

Huh. Something was…missing here. There was supposed to be something—someone else here. Someone important. You just couldn’t put your finger on who or what-

“Benjamin.”

Who the fuck was that!?

You turned your head back and forth, struggling to find the source of the voice. It was coming from everywhere, all at once! Somewhere beyond the endless blank space that surrounded you.

“Benjamin, listen to me. This is important!”

Your breathing slowed, and you tried your damndest to look for a way out of this weird place without seeming too obvious.

“You were right. There truly is something wrong with your memories.” the voice said. “Something, or someone, has ‘overwritten’ them.”

Oh. Well that didn’t sound good.

“Don’t worry.” the disembodied voice reassured you. “Your original memories are still wholly intact. Think of it like someone layering a cake with icing. The flavor is different, but its base composition hasn’t changed much at all.”

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Your memories are like a…cake? What’s she even talking about?

“The point is, Benjamin,” she continued. “Your original memories are closely interwoven with these new memories. There are moments here that I am sure you cherish. I can try to preserve them for you, but it will take some time for me to unravel them.”

How long was “some time”? You had places to be after this!

You think…

“Removing these memories could possibly change you in some fundamental way that neither of us can accurately predict.”

>”If the memories were never real, then I won’t miss them. Get rid of them.”
>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
>”If possible, I’d like to keep them both. I feel like I’m...missing something important.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5518422
>”If the memories were never real, then I won’t miss them. Get rid of them.”
Your memory is most of who you are after all. Best we clear out the fake shit.
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>>5518421
>“I have poor circulation, you young punk.”
Relatable
>>5518422
>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
While I don' want to keep the fake ones, I kind of want to know what we are dealing with here, it could be useful if we decide to confront Vic.
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>Show the old lady a menagerie of your finest expletives as she had already witnessed your live already either way.
>"I- I just can't have a mental breakdown today or tomorrow. I have to leave the pin in that grenade for now."
>"When did it start? Or end? Like... since when are the memories real again. That'd be the point where she showed up, right?"
>"If you can't show me without endangering stuff, can you give me a verbatim of meeting the real Vic the first time? That's probably not how it works, right?"

First mention of Vic in the story was when she called us, worried about our apartment exploding after Vulture attacked us.

I'd argue Warren, when sorting out Abel's memory got rid of the excess and Able therefore has the base memory, as opposed to Abel being cloned after Vic showed up first and altered our mind after the fact.

I'm also still inclined to think that Vic is not a bad guy
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>>5518422
>”Take your time to understand what you’d be removing. I don’t like the idea of fake memories, but I’m okay with who I am right now. If you think I’d be a worse person without them, they can stay. Just let me know which ones they were afterward.”
So the “interesting” is because we forced an unusual choice on ourselves.

I don’t like false memories, but they’re part of who we are since we built on them since they were introduced. We have Abel as a comparison, but his power to “feel” emotions means he’ll deal with people and himself differently than we will. So saying we’d be like him is a bit of a stretch.

Ultimately, I’m willing to put the judgement call largely on Webb. We can’t make an objective decision since we’re talking about cutting out a piece of “us” at this point, and my subjective one is that we already trusted her with this, may as well commit. Whether she actually knows better or not is irrelevant, point is I trust her to make a reasonable call and that’s good enough for me.

Hell of a show of trust though. I’m sure she’s never done psychic brain surgery like this before.
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>>5518422
>>”If possible, I’d like to keep them both. I feel like I’m...missing something important.”
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>>5518422
Oh, quips if we feel like using them. I’m not feeling very jokey at the moment though.
>”So, which insurance do you take? Psychic brain surgery isn’t one of the things I’ve ever looked at coverage for.”
>”Guess we know why Abel is the ‘good twin’ now.”
>”Hey, if you can clear out some of the cringy stuff from highschool in the meantime, that’d be great. I could use the headspace for better memories”

One more real question as well.
Also, backing this write-in:
>"When did it start? Or end? Like... since when are the memories real again. That'd be the point where she showed up, right?"
>"If you can't show me without endangering stuff, can you give me a verbatim of meeting the real Vic the first time? That's probably not how it works, right?"
I’m still leaving the pin pull to Webb, but these are good questions to ask anyway. We need to understand as much as we can before making a decision on Vic.
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>>5518422
>Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
just erasing those fake memories without even trying to see what they are it's incredibly stupid, anons, surely knowing those we will get a glimpse into what Vic is, or was, or even her motives.

There's an insight in those fake memories that if we take our time to analyse, we can know more, and also know how to confront Vic when we talk to her. I don't believe she's evil or something, but we have to know.

Also, maybe asking Madame Webb how exactly we could change by erasing those memories could be good.
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>>5518422
>”If possible, I’d like to keep them both. I feel like I’m...missing something important.”
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>>5518439
+1 and
>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
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>>5518422
>>5518422
If the memories were never real, then I won’t miss them. Get rid of them.”
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Maybe we have a space daddy like Ego
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>>5518422
>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
If not,
>”If the memories were never real, then I won’t miss them. Get rid of them.”
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>>5518450
+1
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Vic is another Word Parasite, calling it now.
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>>5518970
Do you mean a symbiote cause I actually suggested her when Scorekeeper who Venom should be
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>>5519150
No the Word Eater is a parasite, so Word Parasite. I forgot its actual name, the magic thing we got locked in the basement with Cindy's voice. Venom isn't part of this, or Web would see him.
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>>5519156
Silver tongue or something
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>>5518422
>>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
if not
>”If possible, I’d like to keep them both. I feel like I’m...missing something important.”
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>>5518429
>>5518469
>>5518450
>>5518611
>>5518606
>>5518425
>>5519248
>”Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?”
>"When did it start? Or end? Like... since when are the memories real again. That'd be the point where she showed up, right?"
>"If you can't show me without endangering stuff, can you give me a verbatim of meeting the real Vic the first time? That's probably not how it works, right?"

Taking these.

>”So, which insurance do you take? Psychic brain surgery isn’t one of the things I’ve ever looked at coverage for.”
>”Guess we know why Abel is the ‘good twin’ now.”
>”Hey, if you can clear out some of the cringy stuff from highschool in the meantime, that’d be great. I could use the headspace for better memories”

And I'll hold these for later. Writing...
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You paused to think about it for a minute. She had a good point, whoever she was. Ms. Disembodied Voice seemed to understand that you were missing something crucial as well. And it was a person, you were sure of it now.

If losing your memories of that person would change you, then you’d like to compare your life with and without them.

“Can you show me both memories before I make my decision?” you asked. “When did it start? Or end? Like…at what point are my memories real again? That’d be the point where she showed up, right?”

Right. It was a she. ‘Vic’ was her name, or something.

“If you can’t show me without endangering my mind, can you give me a verbatim of meeting the real Vic for the first time? That’s probably not how it works, right?”

“I’m capable of doing both. Brace yourself, Benjamin.”

Suddenly, the world around you began to shift. On both sides, you saw two parallels of a familiar memory. One was real, and the other was a warped reflection of the other. You just had to figure out which was which.

The scene on our left was hazy, and mired in the bright, fuzzy filter of your childlike naivety. You and two other kids were playing together. One you recognized immediately as your brother, Richard. The other girl must have been…’Vic’, probably. Both sides were entirely harmless, innocent and wholesome without any mental tampering.

Both sides blurred once more, revealing a scene that you didn’t need any help remembering. Some of the older boys had cornered you and Rich after you handed their asses to them the week before. Except this time they brought their big brothers to back them up.

The two of you didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t help that the other members of your posse bolted as soon as they realized that they weren’t being targeted. You didn’t know what was worse. Getting your ass kicked, or getting grounded for fighting when you’d finally managed to limp on home.

You tried to tell them that you hadn’t started it, which was technically true, but your dad wouldn’t hear it. The only upside to that whole thing was Richard insisting that he be grounded right alongside you.

Of course, he hadn’t really been grounded, but you still thought it was pretty cool of him to stand up for you. It was one of those brotherly bonding moments that you could never truly forget, mind-wipe or not.

You glanced at the parallel memory, and saw the situation playing out the same. Except…that girl was there again. She was too small and frail to join in and back you up in any meaningful way. So instead, she called over some adults and got the fight broken up before any real damage could be done. Some of the older boys even got in trouble with the police for the incident.

You’d made fun of her for being a nark the entire way home, but you were secretly grateful for her interference. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to take them, even with Rich's help.

(Cont.)
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You smiled at the memory, despite yourself. It was clear to you now that none of that had ever happened. Did the girl implant this memory in an attempt to endear you to her.

More memories played out before you. There was that time you helped Rich find a date for the big dance in middle school. In the altered version, Vic was there to psych him up when it came time to pop the question. Her presence seemed minor here.

Then there was that time you all went camping together, only for the campsite to flood due to a sudden and severe thunderstorm. That had been a rather miserable, cold and soggy experience for all of you. But Vic didn’t change much about it. It wasn’t a happier memory by any definition of the word…but you couldn’t help but think back on it fondly.

It was slightly nostalgic, even for a fake memory. The rest went on like that for a while. Your high school graduation, old birthday parties, grabbing a slice at Mr. Aziz's pizza parlor after school. Vic was there for it all. And somehow, she made things seem slightly better in hindsight.

But she was also there for the bad times. There were even some in there where the two of you got into some pretty heated arguments. Family has to argue, after all. If they didn’t then they’d always encounter the same problems, and would come to resent one another.

You wondered if that had been intentional. Was everything about this “Vic” person fake? It was an unnerving thought.

“Can you show me my last unaltered memory?” you asked.

Once again, the whole world shifted, and you found yourself squatting in a home that didn’t belong to you, drinking the day away. This must have been when you were still going around breaking into people’s homes for kicks. There had been a few close calls, but you were never caught.

At the time, you were lamenting the rancid taste of the cheap booze that this guy had stocked his fridge with, when you noticed a bright, purple ray of light shining in from the outside. Frowning, you pulled yourself to your feet, pushed aside the blinds and glanced out the window.

Your eyes went wide when you saw what was coming your way, but there was no avoiding it. A wave of purple energy enveloped you, the entire house, and everything else within your line of sight.

The memory faded, and you nearly stumbled. Your vision was swimming, and your mind felt hazy. I t was as if you'd felt the backlash from the energy wave in real-time.

“What the hell was that!?” you snarled.

“This is just my guess,” said Madame Webb’s disembodied voice. “But it was most likely a large-scale psionic event. And from the looks of it, the Parkers weren’t the only ones caught up in it.”

“Do you know anyone powerful enough to do something like that?” you asked.

“No. It shouldn’t be possible at all.” she replied, and you got the impression that she was scowling.

(Cont.)
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What will you do?

>”So by the time that I met Vic, I was already under the effects of that psionic thingy. Does that mean that she really is a telepath?”
>”We all got hit at the same time. I wonder if she chose us at random, or if she wants something from us.”
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>”I changed my mind. Get rid of the fake memories.”
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
>”Whatever happens, I'll leave the decision in your hands, Webb. I trust you to make a decision with my best interests in mind.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5519532
>>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
I think scrubbing it could do more harm than good when it comes to everyones perceptions of reality
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>>5519532
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>”So by the time that I met Vic, I was already under the effects of that psionic thingy. Does that mean that she really is a telepath?”
>”I changed my mind. Get rid of the fake memories.”
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>>5519532
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
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>>5519532
>”So by the time that I met Vic, I was already under the effects of that psionic thingy. Does that mean that she really is a telepath?”
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>”Whatever happens, I'll leave the decision in your hands, Webb. I trust you to make a decision with my best interests in mind.”
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>>5519529
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
Was Webb here at the time? Would she have been hit by it too? Scary to think she’s never noticed it.
>”So is Vic the only thing that came of it, or do other people have different memories? Do you think there are more “Vics” out there?”
>”Maybe it wasn’t a person. Maybe it was an event instead? People reaching for something with way too much power and they lost control of it?”
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.
I’ll back one instead I suppose. Trusting Webb would be a touching moment, but others aren’t sold on it and I don’t want any instability that comes from plucking out the memories. Sure, this is icing on a cake, but we’ve added decorations to it since then with that icing in mind. It won’t look quite right without it.
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>>5519532
>”I changed my mind. Get rid of the fake memories.”
Pic extremely fucking related, no need for Vic's special edition of Benny's life story.
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
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>>5519574
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>>5519532
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
Probably better that we retain this information in case we need to pretend to still be under the spell or whatever.
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maybe two universes collided in an incursion or similar bullshit
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Fellas we may have a Jean Grey or Scarlet Witch incident.

Checking the comics now and those two have the biggest names on purple energy
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>>5519532
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
>”So by the time that I met Vic, I was already under the effects of that psionic thingy. Does that mean that she really is a telepath?”
>”We all got hit at the same time. I wonder if she chose us at random, or if she wants something from us.”
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>>5519532
>>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
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>>5519541
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>>5519544
>>5519570
>>5519573
>>5519574
>>5519612
>>5519671
>>5519732
>>5519912
>”I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”
>”Are you telling me that everyone in the city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5519573
Webb was indeed hit by it, but she didn't notice anything until now.
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>>5520843
>when looking into the mind of a criminal with spider powers reveals every single person in the entire city of New York, including you, were all brainwashed simultaneously and NOBODY knew
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“Are you telling me that the whole entire city has been subtly brainwashed, and no one’s even noticed yet? How’s that possible?” you asked.

“I have no idea. But if you ever decide to confront her about it, you should try and see whether she is aware of the scope and circumstances behind the event.” Webb advised. “Who’s to say that the event was only contained to this one city.”

Now that’s a terrifying thought. You’ve never heard of anyone capable of doing something like this. You’ll just have to hope that your “sister” genuinely cares for you, and doesn’t react negatively when you talk to her about it.

After a few minutes of silence, you nodded to yourself, coming to an important decision. “I think I want to keep both sets of memories. They seem pretty harmless.”

Honestly, the idea that your core personality might have been molded by the influence of false memories is pretty fucking wild. And while you don’t like the idea of being controlled by someone, or something else, you quite like yourself right now.

Sure, you might not be perfect by any definition of the word, but you wouldn’t ever want to be anyone else other than Ben Parker. And if Webb purged those memories…you’re not sure if you’d like where you might end up after making such a life-altering decision.

Whatever happens from here, you’ll tackle your problems head on, like you always have.

You sensed a wave of approval from Webb, even if you couldn’t see her face. “Very well. I shall begin the process.” she declared.

“See you on the other side.” you said, right before your mind went foggy again.

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When you next came to, you found yourself laid out in one of the guest beds, still fully suited up. You sat up slowly, going through a few mental exercises to make sure that everything was still in its rightful place.

Your old memories were there, but the altered ones seemed more…”real” somehow. Like you could closely relate the thoughts and feelings going through your head at that time with the appropriate memory. Your genuine memories gave you the impression of being a spectator to a dream that you were vaguely familiar with. It was a strange feeling, but the fact that you could recall both gave you a strange sort of comfort.

It was only now starting to dawn on you how much faith you had put in Cassandra’s abilities. Letting someone fool around in your brainpan was no small thing. According to her, it required absolute trust.

You knew that you liked her, but that level of trust wasn’t something that you handed out on a whim. They had to earn it, first. And time and time again, Madame Webb proved that she had your back.

It was sort of funny how a woman that you knew so very little about could end up being one of your most reliable allies. To go so far as to let you use her home as a base/prison/fortress.

(Cont.)
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You didn’t know what sort of person deserves a friend like that, especially considering how little time has passed since you’ve met, but it sure as hell isn’t you. Maybe telepaths were more trusting since they could see right through most people.

Finally deciding that the time for self reflection had long passed, you got out of bed and walked out in the hall. From the small amount of sunlight peeking in through the windows, you had to assume that it was sometime in the early morning. You must’ve been out for a few hours during and after the memory reconstruction.

Upon entering the sitting room, you were surprised to find Abel, Madame Webb and Julia sitting at a table together. As soon as the computer hacker spotted you, she lazily waved you over. Her morning coffee must not have kicked in yet.

You approached their table and sat beside your clone, curious as to what sort of conversation you were walking into.

“Good morning, Benjamin. How are you feeling?” Webb asked.

You rubbed at your head absently. “A bit hungry. Kinda thirsty. Other than that, I feel…more or less the same.”

She nodded, a small smile spreading across her lined face. “That’s good. Anything else would have meant that the memory merging was unsuccessful.”

“I can’t believe you let her do psychic brain surgery on you.” Julia said, sipping her steaming hot coffee. “Shit is wild~.”

You chuckled, taking an apple from the table and turning it back and forth. “Yeah, I never did find out which insurance she takes. I don’t think I’m covered for that.” you said. “At the very least, I was hoping that she’d take out some of my cringy highschool memories as an added bonus. I could’ve used the extra headspace for better memories.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. Bad memories build character, Benjamin.” Madame Webb said curtly as she stirred her tea. “A person without any bad experiences to draw from is ultimately a boring person.”

You laughed, and then took a big bite out of the apple. “Then I must be the most interesting guy in the room.”

“Oh, yeah. I heard that you decided to keep those ‘other memories’.” Abel added, sounding slightly surprised. “She must be important to you. This ‘Vic’ lady.”

Well…yeah, she was. Part of you wanted to claim that it was an entirely tactical decision to prevent your personality from going through any major changes, but you knew deep down inside that you couldn’t hate Vic. You needed to believe that she wasn’t some evil monster.

You must have been silent for a while, because Madame Webb cleared her throat before she spoke.

“Do you still plan on coordinating with your teammates to…break into Roxxon?” she asked in a slightly awkward tone of voice. Like a mother struggling to connect to her wayward son.

(Cont.)
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Julia’s head whipped around to frown at you, her fiery locks spinning around a split second later. “Did I miss something?”

Oh, that’s right. You’re supposed to plan that heist today with Cat and Prowler. That’s probably gonna be an all day thing. It’ll have to be if you want any chance of getting ahead of the Chameleon.

But then again, you didn’t know how you felt about putting this whole thing with Vic on the backburner. It felt like something that’d require your full attention.

What will you say/do?

>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>”I will. But first, I want to talk to Vic about this whole ‘brainwashing mess’.”
>”I was actually sort of hoping that Abe could go there in my place. He’s almost as good as me, so he should at least be able to contribute to the planning process.”
>”I could always use some help from my psychic spider-grandma if she was willing...”
>”Do any of you feel any different now that you know about the ‘psionic event’? I’m surprised that Webb was affected by it.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5520887
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>"Feel free to invite yourself though Honest Abe. I'm sure the gang wouldn't mind."
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>>5520881
Webb's the cool grandma Ben never had. When are we going to buy her cookies or something?
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>>5520887
Backing >>5520896 but add
>”Do any of you feel any different now that you know about the ‘psionic event’? I’m surprised that Webb was affected by it.”
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>>5520905
I feel like the best gift we can give her is wrapping up this Silvertongue business as soon as possible.
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>>5520887
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>"Chameleon's gotta go down, and Abel and W got life's to live without worrying for their next booster."

Have we ever made progress on those AR lenses?
I requested some that could take in building blueprints and make a 3D visualization in realtime to know the layout when going through.

I thought we asked Julia about it before or never got around to it (though as we were in webbs mansion for months I'd figure it could have been brought up)

With added functionality that we reinforce the layout as we go through, basically uncovering a map in a videogame. Link it up for every member and some spider bots for basically x-ray vision to know where everyone is in relation to one another and marked locations and maybe even pathfinding
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>>5520915
>was
I think Julia already got around to the AR lenses for us. That spider-tracker idea isn't too bad though. Just gotta make sure they're on a super encrypted frequency.
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>>5520915
>>5520916
You've got some of the more basic functions for the AR lenses, but Julia's been writing up programs that you can use in the field.

A function like the one you're mentioning would require you to have access to the building's specifications in the first place, though. You can pull off the same thing now, but you'd have to have Julia fetch the blueprints for you, and feed it to you from her end. Doing it without her intervention would require a much more complex program, as well as access to a general database that can retrieve blueprints on the fly.

But you are right. It has been a while. Once you've had a moment to take a breather, she might just have a few new things to show you...
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>>5520887
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
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>>5520919
3D scan apps are a dime a dozen nowadays
usually they get all the cameradata, plus gyroscope data of your phone to then piece together a 3D object after the fact.
I'm talking about making it a live feed to update a common map which doesn't need a high resolution to pick up textures and individual objects, but regular polygons for rooms and doors.

Computer Vision has come a long way the past couple of years. I did something similar myself for a mobile robot platform, a roomba can do that in 2D
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>>5520887
>”Part of the Silvertongue business. And a lot of other stuff too. I hate that tangled webs are a given with spiders.”
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>"Chameleon's gotta go down, and Abel and W got lives to live without worrying for their next booster."
>"Feel free to invite yourself though Honest Abe. I'm sure the gang wouldn't mind."

More generally,
>”Do any of you feel any different now that you know about the ‘psionic event’? I’m surprised that Webb was affected by it.”
>”I’d appreciate any research that could be done on this. I don’t even know yet if Vic caused it or if she’s just one of many side-effects from it. It’ll be a problem at family reunions.”
>”Marc and Rintrah would probably be interested, and they have their own networks. Don’t be afraid to get them up to speed while I work on closing out my current piece in the Silvertongue saga.”
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>>5520887
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>”I could always use some help from my psychic spider-grandma if she was willing...”
>"Unless you have a better idea on how to get Chamelon out of the way. Although I already kind of did the whole deal thing."
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What colour is Miss Kravens hair again? This redhead is doing things to me.
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>>5520960
Ana's hair is light blond
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I'm dying here
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>>5521836
you're free to dye your hair, anon
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>>5521836
F
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>>5520896
>>5520912
>>5520915
>>5520921
>>5520951
>>5520953
>”Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.”
>"Feel free to invite yourself though Honest Abe. I'm sure the gang wouldn't mind."

Taking these. Writing...

>>5520937
Oh, well that's different. I'm sure that's something that she could adapt for your lenses with relative ease.
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“Yeah, I don’t have a choice. We’re already working at a disadvantage.” you said, trying to avoid the looks that Julia was giving you. Instead, you turned your gaze upon your clone brother. “Feel free to invite yourself, Honest Abe. I’m sure the gang wouldn’t mind.”

Just then, you were hit by a sudden wave of nostalgia. You could actually sense the longing he felt to reconnect with your friends. They were technically still “his friends”, but their dynamic had undoubtedly changed ever since his conception.

The two of you were still very similar in a lot of ways, but after having been alive for several months, you couldn’t rightly say that you and him were the exact same person. Your decision to keep Vic’s memories, and his decision to stay at ESU with W led you both down very different life paths, where your experiences and interactions would further mold your personalities and shape your world-views.

Seeming to sense that you could perceive his emotions, he reigned in his control and closed himself off once more. “I was actually planning on guarding the professor while you do your thing. There’s no telling when the Chameleon might try to take him hostage, after all.” he reasoned. “But…I’m sure W can handle things while I’m gone.”

Eventually, he nodded to himself and clapped you on the shoulder. “I’d be happy to help, bro. Although, I might need you to clue me in when I get there. I’ve still got a few classes to attend, and all that.”

You smiled at him, well aware that he couldn’t see the expression, but was likely able to “feel” it from you. His ability would undoubtedly be extremely useful in sussing out the Chameleon during his infiltration.

“I’m sure we can accommodate you. Education comes first after all.”

“On that we can agree.” Webb said, taking another sip of her tea. “Oh! Speaking of, be sure to give Cindy my love. I hear Brooklyn Visions is a fine institute to attend.”

Julia’s confusion and suspicion quickly transformed into excitement upon hearing that. “Oh, man! She actually got in!? That’s awesome!”

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s not official yet, but we’re pretty optimistic. My bro’s been tutoring her these past few months, and he’s a total egghead. There’s no way they won’t take her.”

“Rich is seriously gonna need a hobby after she leaves for school.” Abel said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s good to see that he’s finally stepping up for Pete’s sake, but it wouldn’t kill him to get out of the house every once in a while.”

You were of the same mind when it came to that topic. You understood perfectly well that your brother had a bunch of money saved up, but you couldn’t help but think that his time and skills could be applied elsewhere.

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“I’ll add it to our list of things to talk about at our next family meeting.” you said, thinking about how you would approach Vic the next time you saw her.

“That ought to be an interesting conversation.” Abel muttered.

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After you felt recharged enough to move around without becoming light headed, you thanked Webb for everything she’s done, and left her to converse with Abel for a while longer.

On the way home, you informed the other Desperados of your impending arrival. Hopefully that would give them time to prepare for the team meeting beforehand.

Knowing the Chameleon, he’s probably already secured an escape route, and is in the process of obtaining an identity to use when he infiltrates Roxxon’s labs and extracts the information. You also can’t rule out the possibility that he might have backup. He did when you met Gwen, and you doubt that he’s been twiddling his thumbs this entire time.

There’s also Roxxon to worry about. Their security is no joke. Where Oscorp had a mercenary company to run their private security, Roxxon trained and armed their own soldiers. It probably shouldn’t be allowed, but that hasn’t stopped them from dropping the hammer whenever someone tries something that you’re about to.

Somehow, the idea of pulling a nice, simple heist was a bit refreshing. Your life was too complicated these days, and you longed for the time when the worst thing you had to worry about was a wrinkly old man in a bird suit.

—-------

As expected, Cat and Prowler were prepared for your arrival, and almost immediately jumped right into the planning phase. Somehow, Felicia had managed to snag some blueprints of Roxxon’s main building. It wasn’t outwardly intimidating, but she and Prowler assured you that the real danger was in their security protocols.

You had no doubt that a company that would genetically engineer superpowered snake people would be an absolute nightmare to sneak into. But that wasn’t what you were worried about.

This building looked absolutely massive, and there were only so many places that the research might be kept. Someone would have to check each of their labs, and possibly head down into the unmapped basement levels, where they kept their more “questionable” research materials.

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What do you suggest?

>Felicia should infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for the Chameleon.
>Prowler will be essential to monitoring camera feeds and tampering with electronic sensors.
>Call up Flint. He can pretty much slip into any space without much difficulty at all.
>Ask Prowler about the progress he and Sam made on that cloaking tech. It might come in handy during this heist.
>Have Abel infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for any powerful emotions that could lead you to the Chameleon
>Hit up White Rabbit. You know a certain radicalized mutant that could put her discarded bee plot to good use.
>Call in a favor from the Morlocks. They’d be better suited to infiltrating the subterranean levels of Roxxon.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
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>>5522292
>Ask Prowler about the progress he and Sam made on that cloaking tech. It might come in handy during this heist.
>Prowler will be essential to monitoring camera feeds and tampering with electronic sensors.
>Have Abel infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for any powerful emotions that could lead you to the Chameleon
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>>5522292
>>5522292
Hit up White Rabbit. You know a certain radicalized mutant that could put her discarded bee plot to good use.
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>>5522291
>Felicia should infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for the Chameleon.
>Prowler will be essential to monitoring camera feeds and tampering with electronic sensors.
>Have Abel infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for any powerful emotions that could lead you to the Chameleon
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>>5522967
+1
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>>5522292
>Ask Prowler about the progress he and Sam made on that cloaking tech. It might come in handy during this heist.
>Prowler will be essential to monitoring camera feeds and tampering with electronic sensors.
>Have Abel infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for any powerful emotions that could lead you to the Chameleon
Not sure if “powerful” fits. Though if it slips that an intruder is in the building, maybe the personalized bubble of hate when he figures it’s us will give him away.
>See what it’ll cost to have the Morlocks prepare an escape route. You overlooked planning that last time. Stakes are higher now.
Please everyone. We had to vote on how we were going to get away with the money after we’d already stolen it. That wasn’t fully our fault since it was Rabbit’s plan, but let’s not follow in her footsteps.
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>>5522292
>>5523583
Shit, meant to include
>Hit up White Rabbit. You know a certain radicalized mutant that could put her discarded bee plot to good use.
Maybe the fact we’re using her discarded plans is enough to call in a separate hit from her crew as a distraction.
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Important question time.
Who has the better ass between Benny and Abel?
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>>5524313
Cindy
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>>5524329
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sorta not felt like contriputing because people always come up with good plans usually, but it looks kinda sparce right now

>>5522292
capturing the Chameleon is almost the more important goal for me here.
Yes, I want the Silvertongue clones ASAP to no longer force Webb to host our guests, and yes I want Abel and W independed too, hopefully not relating to SHIELD-associated scientists (which I sorta count Connors as now), but removing the Chameleon from the equation might just take the reigns off a bit of time pressure.

>>5523583
I'll pretty much second everything here plus

>>Call in a favor from the Morlocks.
this includes:
>the usual underground travel pass we call for the first time in advance, with merchandise and a potential live capture (Chameleon)
>Callisto to sniff out the Chameleon if she can remember his scent, and/or as a failsafe in case any of our team members suddenly got a new one.
>They’d be better suited to infiltrating the subterranean levels of Roxxon.

>>Call up Flint. He can pretty much slip into any space without much difficulty at all.
I don't see why he wouldn't take part in the operation. We don't need him watching Vic anymore because her stalker was Abel. Even if it's not sorted out what that psionic event was.
If it was a city-wide event that a single powerful telepath did just to cozy up with the Parkers to babysit Peter, let them have one more day.

I don't see why we should involve White Rabbit right now. I don't think she's serious enough to take on such a trip. Really only to serve as a distraction. Then again, the wrong distraction could make them think that it IS just a distraction and are on higher alert.
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>>5524487
Re-reading the prompt, the one for White Rabbit is to actually use the bee plan now, assuming she’d either hold onto them or deliver them to the Morlocks directly. Shouldn’t bother Roxxon, but it’d tie up local police forces instead. It’d help both is and Chameleon probably.

If they make a mess of traffic, it could also interfere with Chameleon’s escape if he’s using roads. That’s just a possibility though.

The only other group I can think of calling in is WAND since they’re rolling up the Serpent Society. A cyberattack would have much greater impact from a government org since they’d have the biggest servers, and that’d free Prowler up to steal things instead of knocking down security. WAND may also have info on any magical defenses Roxxon has. Main drawback I see is that they’d probably keep the security footage, so they could blackmail anyone who showed up at the building.

It’d boil down to the risk of Roxxon keeping some footage that lets them hit us after the attack, or the near-certainty that a government org with no particular beef against us gets it instead.

Although… the Wild Dog group or whatever that we ran into when we went after Electro. Did we part on friendly terms with them? We could hire them for an actual hit on Roxxon. One professional merc group to pull the attention of Roxxon’s soldiers.
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>>5522297
>>5522320
>>5522967
>>5523583
>>5523585
>>5524487
>Ask Prowler about the progress he and Sam made on that cloaking tech. It might come in handy during this heist.
>Prowler will be essential to monitoring camera feeds and tampering with electronic sensors.
>Have Abel infiltrate the building and keep an eye out for any powerful emotions that could lead you to the Chameleon

Apologies for the delay. Took some time to relax and decompress this weekend. These seem to be the most popular votes here. Writing...
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>>5524679
And you most certainly did not part on friendly terms with the Wild Pack. You tricked them into helping you take down Electro, and then stole their quarry right out from under their noses so that you could reap the rewards from delivering him to Reed.
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More than anything, you’ll need Prowler to knock out their security systems and trick their cameras. Straight up deactivating them would raise suspicion, and probably have the whole place on lockdown within a few minutes.

It might take some time, but you‘d benefit more from taking things slow and waiting until you had access to their camera feeds and sensors. Then, you’d be able to track the Chameleon’s movements and support Abel from the outside, where you and Felicia would be keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity.

Although, you think you might have an idea for making the infiltration process a little easier.

“Prowler, what’s your progress on that cloaking tech that you and Sam were working on?” you asked.

He folded his arms over his chest and let out a sigh. “It works, but I can’t maintain the cloaking field for longer than an hour or two. Any more than that, and we’d risk burning out the wires from the energy draw required from the power source. Still not sure how the kid managed to make his old suit work with AA batteries.”

“That’s better than nothing. The new guy could use all the help he can get.” you said while pouring over the blueprints.

“New guy? What new guy?” Cat chimed in.

“There’s a guy I know. We’ve pretty much got the same powers. He agreed to help me with this job.” you answered.

The other two exchanged a look, and you could already guess what they were thinking.

“Don’t worry, we can trust him.” you reassured them.

“Right. And what should we call this ‘trusted partner’ of yours?” Felicia asked.

What will you say?

>”Call him what the media’s been calling me for the past few months. ‘Spider-Man’.”
>”You can call him ‘Huntsman Jr.’ for all I care. Actually…please do that.”
>”Feel free to ask him yourself. He’ll be here in a few more hours. Just don’t pry too much. He likes his privacy.”
>”We’ll come up with a name when I get him a proper super suit.” (Which suit will you be parting with?)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5525170
>>”Call him what the media’s been calling me for the past few months. ‘Spider-Man’.”
>”We’ll come up with a name when I get him a proper super suit.” (Which suit will you be parting with?)
The Spider-man suit
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>>5525170
>”Call him what the media’s been calling me for the past few months. ‘Spider-Man’.”
>”Though if you can keep calling him “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” and other names like that at first, I’d appreciate it.”
Definitely pass him the Spider-Man suit to go along with the name. Would one of the others be better suited for this mission and not hurt his own rep though?
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>>5525184
Support
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>>5525172
>>5525184
Problem. I don't think we have a traditional Spider-Man suit.
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>>5525267
That is correct. The classic suit doesn't exist yet.
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>>5525267
>>5525269
I was talking about the one we used while we appeared as spider-man.
The one Julia did the whole stream hijack thing with, and we talked to Spider n and went to SHIELD.
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>>5525270
>I was talking about the one we used while we appeared as spider-man.
I'm fairly certain we were wearing our regular costume when we did that.
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>>5525270
Spider woman. Don't know why most of the word disappeared
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>>5525272
Well, too bad. That's the suit associated with spider-man now.
We got 3 more because we keep collecting them and using only once anyway.
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>>5525275
>We got 3 more because we keep collecting them and using only once anyway.
Those suits being the Hot Purr-suit (the Neverland expedition), the Silver Lining Suit (the Silvermane job), and the "Decked Out" Suit (White-Rabbit's Bank Heist).
Unless you suggest we just let him borrow the clothes off our back.
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>>5525280
I was thinking of us switching to the Silver Lining and him keeping the Huntsman (now Spider-Man) suit.
Although the other way around also could work thinking about it. Although it was a gift from Silvio.
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What does silver lining look like? The armored spider colour scheme?
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>>5525291
Black suit with a silvery web-like pattern on the torso that spreads out along your arms, legs and back. The lenses are bigger than the ones you use on the Huntsman suit, and have black, slitted pupils that expand to encompass the entirety of the lens when you use the alternate vision setting.
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>>5525291
I found this in the archive
>Your eyes went wide as you noticed a mannequin wearing a black and silver form-fitting suit. It was sleek, insulated, and had a giant silver spider on the front. The spider’s legs stretched under the arms and around to the back. Numerous other lines of silver ran along the contours of the suit, outlining the joints of the mannequin’s limbs and the small curvature of the muscles in its arms. The frame of the mask’s lenses were also silver, but the lenses themselves were an extremely dark shade of black.
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>>5525297
We really should wear that more often. It was a nice gift.
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>>5525416
It IS a nice gift, but it's build for a very specific set of circumstances.
Maybe if we ever need to pull a job involving another energy manipulator or we need to operate in the vacuum of space.
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>>5525422
Seems like the sort of suit that Prowler could help us with. Electrical gadgets are his thing, building some that would work well with the suit could shift it from “niche use” to “general all-rounder”. Get a ring of batteries to plug into the suit and we can maybe pull the horn out of storage and turn it into a proper energy weapon. One that can’t be used against us by others since it’d be designed to connect into batteries through the suit.
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>>5525432
Giving the Silver Lining suit some offensive capabilities isn't a bad idea at all. Given how it makes us nigh invulnerable to energy manipulation, there's a lot of choices as to what we can actually do in terms of weaponry.
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We should focus on getting bit by other spiders. From the beginning qm said we could mutate and get new abilities
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>>5525443
>Benny ends up in the emergency room after jumping into the tarantula exhibit at the Queens Zoo.
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>>5525448
>Benny hill theme plays during this fiasco
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>>5525443
Well, we have spiders with emotional manipulation and acute sensory powers. We could always run a trial if you’d like.
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>>5525172
>>5525184
>>5525188
So are you planning on passing along the Huntsman suit, or the Silver Lining suit? There are other suits that you could offer him as well, and there's also the option of you waiting until after the heist so that he can have his own custom suit.
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>>5526188
I'd be willing to wait until after to give him his own custom suit.
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>>5526188
I’d say Huntsman suit for now, custom later. It’ll feel more natural, and people won’t expect the different power set.

Chameleon will be more likely to go after Abel, but Abel is more likely to sense him so that’s probably a net benefit.
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>>5526188
I still want to give him the huntsman suit, since it was the one we used while being spider-man. But if we do wait, maybe we should lend the silver suit while we use the card suit for this heist, so he doesn't get associated with it.
Actually, maybe we lend him a suit whether we wait or give him the huntsman suit.
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>>5526188
give him the huntsmen suit for now until he can get his own suit (paid by us)
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You shrug. “Call him what the media’s been calling me for the past few months. ‘Spider-Man’.”

They both nodded.

“It’s got a nice ring to it.” Cat admitted.

“Kinda catchy, yeah.” Prowler agreed, to your great surprise.

“Although, if you could call him ‘Itsy-Bitsy Spider’ and other names like that at first, I’d really appreciate it.” you added.

A devious grin spread across Cat’s features, and Prowler just shook his head.

“But first, I’ve gotta get changed into another suit.”

“You have one better suited to this mission?” Prowler asked.

“Not really. I want to lend this one to him for a while. At least until I can have another one made for him.” you replied.

“Which one are you planning on wearing?” Cat chimed in.

“Probably the one that Silvermane gave to me. It was a pretty sweet gift.” you said, going to your room to change. You’d have to get Prowler to transfer your AR programs to your new lenses whenever you got the chance.

—-------

A few hours later, Abel arrived at your hideout, wearing that same ratty hoodie he’d been wearing during his late night escapades. His timing was impeccable. You’d just finished copying the AR programs over to the Silver Lining suit.

“Hey, gang! It’s good to see you guys.” Abel said in an overly familiar tone. Having realized his error, Abe quickly revised his earlier statement. “For the first time. Because we’ve never met.”

Cat and Prowler gave him an odd look. You flashed Abe the okay hand sign, congratulating him on his “smooth and subtle” entrance. He flashed you the middle finger, and the other two turned to face you, but you were already turned away, whistling to yourself and studying an interesting spot on the far wall.

Prowler looked between the two of you, and you could see the cogs in his mind turning as he tried to put two and two together. Cat’s expression was unreadable, but you guessed that she was doing similar calculations in her head.

It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that you and Abe had some sort of relation. Neither of you really tried to mask your voice, and you had almost identical builds and mannerisms.

At the very least, they would probably come to the conclusion that you were brothers, which was technically true, but far enough from the truth that you weren’t uncomfortable with the implications that they could extract from drawing such a conclusion.

“So,” Abel continued. “What’d I miss?”

Felicia crooked a finger and sauntered over to the planning table with an enticing sway of her hips. “Come on over and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing…Itsy Bitsy~.”

(Cont.)
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That last part came out as a purr, and Abe raised an eyebrow before following her lead. Absently, you wondered if Cat would actually try to hook up with your clone. She had no reason to suspect that the two of you were that closely related, but even if she knew, you doubted that it would bother her much. She’d flirt with anything that walked on two legs, and Abe was no exception. It was hard to tell when she was serious about her teasing, though. Something told you that she enjoyed the game more than the actual result.

Prowler sighed and you snickered to yourself, walking over to join the other two at the table.

—-----

The planning phase was regretfully short, as none of you had the time to do any proper recon on this particular facility. Roxxon was well known for their tight security and their ability to retaliate to any attack with overwhelming firepower. It’d take an absolute maniac to assault their facilities directly.

That was why you were going to have Abel infiltrate their main building, wait until he placed those tiny transceivers, and let Prowler do his thing while you and Cat stayed on as lookouts.

It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was the best that you could do right now.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” you said, shoving the Huntsman suit into his hands. “Put this on before we leave.”

He frowned at you. “You’re giving me your suit?”

“It’s a loaner, so try not to trash it.” you corrected. “I’ll be getting you your own after tonight.”

“Thanks. I’ve missed wearing this thing.” he said, running his fingers along the fireproof material.

“We can stop by Phin’s shop first thing tomorrow. Try to think up a new design until then.” you said, giving him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

He nodded his approval, and then turned to glance at something over on the table. You followed his gaze and found that he was openly staring at your firearms.

“You can keep those. The knife too.” he said quickly.

You gave him a curious look, and then shrugged. “I haven’t been using them much myself, lately. They’re just there for insurance.”

He nodded again. “Good. I’d rather not rack up an even bigger body count.”

“Message received.” you said, snagging your knife with a webline and stashing it in your belt for the time being.

—--------

A minute later, Abe was changed, and your crew was ready to roll out. You could’ve spent some more time planning, but Prowler wanted to use the few remaining hours to set up a lookout point and gather intel.

You all agreed and swung your way over to Roxxon Plaza. It didn’t take a terribly long time, and it was easy enough to find, even without a map. The main building was absolutely massive!

And having the corporate brand splayed across the top of the skyscraper was a huge help too.

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(Cont.)
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The setup itself didn’t take very long. It was mostly gear that the Prowler needed to hijack Roxxon’s systems, along with multiple pairs of binoculars, a zip-line cable, a handful of web-bombs and a signal jammer.

The rest of you kept the majority of your gear in compact utility belts for easy access. And while you missed the comfort of your fur cloak, the insulation in Silvermane’s suit left you feeling warm and cozy, even at this altitude. You had no idea how Cat was maintaining her body temperature under all that tight leather.

Not wanting your thoughts to linger on the outrageous body of your coworker, you spared a glance at Abe, who was still getting outfitted with the cloaking device. It was a bit clunky looking with all the wires and the metal disk attached to his chest, but Prowler assured you that he could refine it with some more time and experimentation.

A few minutes later, both men gave you the signal that they were ready to begin the operation. The sun hadn’t gone down just yet, so it was brighter than you would prefer for a heist, but you figured that Abel needed some time to place all those transceivers in the correct position.

You wished him luck over the secure comms channel, and watched him swing his way over to the building, his silhouette disappearing as the cloaking tech did its work. He was little more than a barely distinguishable shimmer in the air that you had to concentrate to see. Not entirely invisible, but given his speed and reflexes, he wouldn’t need to be.

More minutes passed, and you were starting to become aware of how exposed you were before such a tall building. No other nearby structures could rival its height, and the only other alternative was breaking into someone else’s home, so you were forced to rely on Cat’s expertise in this department.

Idly, Cat glanced over to look at you briefly, and turned away with a teasing smile when you returned her gaze.

“This thing you’ve been doing for the kid,” she began. “Is that all you’ve been up to these past few months?”

What will you say?

>”Pretty much. Not even she knew what I was doing until recently.”
>”Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.”
>”Yeah, and I’m just about fed up with it. This mission can’t end soon enough. I can't wait to do a nice, simple heist that doesn't involve corporate politics or magic.”
>”Why? Were you starting to get lonely with only Prowler for company?”
>"What about you and Prowler? Feeling antsy without having something to smash and grab?"
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5526612
>”Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.”
>"What about you and Prowler? Feeling antsy without having something to smash and grab?"
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>>5526612
>”Why? Were you starting to get lonely with only Prowler for company?”
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>>5526612
>>”Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.”
>"Yes, it started out somewhat simple but it kept having new twists and turns. If it wasn't for Cindy's sake I would have just walked away from this headache a long time ago."
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>>5526612
>”Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.”
>”Well, yeah. But the word ‘all’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence. Once it’s done, I’ll grab some newspapers and we can play a game of ‘Did I do that?’ I’ll bring the drinks since I’m cool like that.”
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>>5526655
+1
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We need our gadget guy to build us this
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>>5526820
I can totally see Benny doing it to emulate Callisto and her tentacles.
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>>5526920
We'll need the extra arms soon enough if we don't mutate any.
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>>5526612
>”Why? Were you starting to get lonely with only Prowler for company?”

>”Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.”

>"What about you and Prowler? Feeling antsy without having something to smash and grab?"
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Been a bit busy today, so I'll update as soon as I can tomorrow morning.
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>>5527870
Thx bae
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“Well, I’ve also been training with the Morlocks. Need to up my game if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me in a fight.” you said.

At this point, you were pretty sure you could take on Prowler and Felicia and straight up fight, no tricks involved. If you’re correctly judging the extent of their capabilities, you’d say that as a result of your training with Callisto, you’re much better than Prowler, and slightly better than Cat. Although, you haven’t put this theory to the test yet.

“Oh, yeah? That Glass kid looked pretty smooth when I saw him in action. Did you learn anything good?” she said, tightening her scope on a group of well-dressed individuals entering the ebony obelisk known as Roxxon Tower.

“Actually, Callisto's been teaching me. She’s a better fighter than Glass, and she’s a lot harder to pin down.”

Cat gave you a sideways glance, one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in question. “More dangerous than a guy that shoots shards of glass at people?”

“You saw her in Neverland. You tell me if you’d willingly pick a fight with her.” you replied.

“Hm. Good point.” she admitted, going back to scanning the area. “Her tentacles seem a lot less like the fun kind, and more like the ‘tear you limb from limb’ kind.”

You let out a discreet snort, but refused to dignify her comment with a response. Instead, you decided to change the subject a bit.

“Why do you ask? Starting to get lonely with only Prowler for company?” you asked.

A teasing smile played across her enchanting features as she let out a thoughtful hum in acknowledgement.

“He’s gotten too smart for his own good. I miss when he was easier to mess with.” she said.

“Can you really blame him for having his guard up?”

She flashed those emerald eyes at you, a devious glint in them. “Come now, crawler. You don’t have to be nervous around me. I don’t bite~.”

“...’Much’?” you finished for her.

“You don’t know me at all.” she said with an exaggerated sigh, before bringing her hand up and popping out her razor sharp claws. “If it wasn’t obvious by now…I like to scratch~.”

“Noted.” you replied, giving the area down below a cursory glance. If Abel had been spotted on any sensors or cameras during his approach and infiltration, they certainly weren’t showing any signs of having noticed.

Some time passed without either of you speaking much, so you decided to reinitiate the conversation.

“What about you and Prowler? Feeling antsy without having something to smash and/or grab?” you said.

She chuckled at that. “Speak for yourself, chief. I’ve had plenty of action during your extended vacation.” she reassured you. “And I’m sure Pow-pow’s had his fair share of side-gigs in the meantime. I think you’re the only one who’s been out of the game these past few months.”
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You hated to admit it, but she was completely right. With your combat training and the Silvertongue operation eating up all of your time, you haven’t had much room for anything else.

Well…that was actually a lie. There was also the sign language lessons you and Cindy were taking, as well as the cooking lessons. You were just trying to spend more time with your family before the next big crisis took over your life. And you were right to assume that it would.

“What’s the matter? Worried that Cindy’s gonna give you another tongue lashing after the bank job?” Cat said, clearly amused with herself.

You let out a weary sigh. “I’m just sick and tired of getting blind-sided by bullshit events. This whole thing started out simple, but all these twists and turns are killing me!” you confessed. “If it weren’t for Cindy, I would’ve dropped this whole thing a long time ago.”

There was silence between the two of you for a while after that, neither one of you taking your eyes away from your binoculars.

“Well, I think it’s sweet.” Cat said all of a sudden. “Not many people would go through so much trouble for a girl they’d just met. I just wish you would’ve told me about it earlier.”

You gave her a questioning look.

“She’s my friend too, you know. I would’ve helped out if you’d just asked. Even grumpy pants might’ve lent his hand.”

Considering how she and Miles were becoming quick friends, you had a feeling that he just might have done exactly that. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, but it was simply easier for you to confide in people that…did heroic shit for free, unprompted.

“You might think differently once I’ve told you about the Australian killer cannibal.”

“The what!?”

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More time passed, and the three of you passed it by trading barbs and stories. It was a testament to how bored Prowler had gotten that he actually joined in. In his own taciturn sort of way.

There simply wasn’t a ton of action down below to hold your attention. Roxxon Corp was turning out to be devastatingly normal today.

Just then, a new voice joined the group. One that was identical to yours. Admittedly, there was some confusion as to which voice belonged to whom, which led to a last minute assignment of codenames to prevent any further hiccups.

“What’s the sitch, Charlotte? Spot anything juicy in there?” Cat said.

“Nothing outstanding on the lower levels, no.” Abe admitted. “Just a lot of stressed out and self-satisfied employees. The upper levels are more heavily guarded, so I’m taking things slow and giving the cloaking device a break.”

So Cat was right in assuming that the upper levels would be more heavily defended as a result of the helipad’s presence. Anyone hoping to take the building by storm would get a nasty surprise if they started their approach on the top level.

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“I doubt they’d keep their research up there anyway.” Prowler offered. “Try the sub-levels.”

“Will do.” Abel agreed. “Just give me a few minutes. These wires are getting kind of hot. I’m starting to feel it through the suit.”

“Just take it slow, bro. We’re watching everyone leaving the building, so don’t try to rush on our behalf.” you reassured him.

“Right. ‘Charlotte’ out.”

His communicator clicked off, and Prowler briefly chastised the two of you for clogging up the comm channel. The three of you were much more adamant about keeping a lookout now that you knew your infiltrator had managed to effectively scope out the majority of the building.

An impressive feat for a tower that big. You just hoped that he hadn’t somehow missed the Chameleon, or somehow misjudged the location of their research.

“How’re things looking on your end, Prowler?” you asked, despite his warnings. “Have you got eyes in the tower?”

“I’ve got camera feeds and heat sensors, yeah. Doing what I can to make sure that they can’t raise any alarms.” he replied.

“Mind sharing with the class? We’ve got nothing out here.”

“You’re our lookouts, and we can’t afford to have you get distracted.” he scolded.

“Pretty please~.” Cat pleaded in a silky voice.

You heard a groan, then a grumble, and finally…a begrudging sigh. Several moments later, a series of camera feeds popped up in the corners of your vision. There was so much to keep track of that you were starting to get dizzy.

“We should split the building into thirds and see if we can’t figure out which one of these guys is the Chameleon.” you declared.

“No.” the Prowler growled. “I need at least one of you to remain on lookout.”

“How do we decide who takes the first shift, then? Rock paper scissors?” Cat asked.

The two of you shared a look, and then shrugged. It was as fair as anything else. At least…that’s what you’d thought before Felicia beat you in every single game.

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It didn’t take very long for you to get bored of people-watching. You ruled out the women, since you sincerely doubted that the Chameleon could convincingly pull off some of these dresses and tight-fitting suits…before pausing to reevaluate that opinion.

You’d once seen a video about an Asian woman making a dramatic transformation through the use of heavy makeup, contacts, a corset, tight stockings and false teeth. If the Chameleon was a master of disguise, such a feat wouldn’t be entirely impossible for him.

That line of thinking sent you into a downward spiral of fear and paranoia.

What if the Chameleon had already gotten away with the research without any of you noticing? What if this had all been a trap from the beginning? What if-

“Ooh!”

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You glanced over at the leather-clad cat burglar laying down next to you. Various images were rapidly flashing on her goggles lenses, her eyes darting back and forth to keep up with them.

“Did you find him!?” you blurted out.

She looked at you in surprise, as if she’d just remembered that you were right next to her. “Huh? Oh, no not yet. I was just watching some workplace drama unfold. I’ll have to check on these guys more often.”

You sighed and let your head smack against the concrete.

“Alright, that’s enough. It’s my turn.” you declared.

But before she could protest, Abe’s voice came out over the radio. He sounded frantic.

“Alright so…good news! I found the Chameleon!” he proclaimed. “I found this sort of…emotional dead zone, and I followed it to some guy that was rifling through their archives.”

You sat up immediately.

“That’s awesome! Did he put up a fight?” you asked, barely able to contain your excitement.

An uncertain groan was Abel’s initial reaction. “Not much of one, no. But that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is the problem?” the Prowler prodded.

“Well…this guy is kind of…not human.” Abel said, unsure of how to deliver the news. “He’s a robot, I think.”

Cat shook her head. “Hold on. Back up. How exactly did you come to this conclusion?”

“I was shaking him around, and his head just sort of…came off!”

“Was he always a robot?” Prowler asked.

“Nope. I could sense his emotions before. He’s definitely human.” Abel confirmed. “This thing must be some sort of decoy. It even acted like him!”

“Give me access to your feed.” Prowler demanded. A moment later, you were all seeing through Abel’s eyes.

From the looks of it, he was hanging upside down, clutching the limp form of a life-like android by the shirt. He looked to be a thin, pasty man with bright red hair and square frames of a similar color. The only obvious sign of him not being human was the fact that his head was hanging by a collection of thick, black cables.

Prowler gasped. “Oh, shit…”

“What? What is it?” you said.

“Is that…an LMD?”

Cat’s expression was completely dumbfounded, her expectations having been apparently blown out of the water by Abe’s discovery.

“I think it is.” Prowler confirmed.

“What’s an LMD?” you and Abe asked at the exact same time, and in the exact same tone of voice.

“It stands for ‘Life-Model Decoy’. It can perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of the person that they were programmed to imitate.” Prowler explained. “And from the looks of it, this guy actually works here. A pretty good disguise.”

“They cost a pretty penny, too.” Cat added. “There aren’t a whole lot of people that can afford a piece of tech like that.”
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“And apparently the Chameleon is one of them…” you snarled.

“Whatever it is, I caught them trying to erase the data and uploading a virus.” Abel said. “I stopped both.”

“It might be worth it to drag that hunk of junk back up here.” Cat mused. “We could get a good price for it on the market.”


“And it might give us an idea of where the real Chameleon is.” the Prowler chimed in. “I’d bet I could worm through its memories for some clues.”

“That too.” Cat agreed.

While the two deliberated on the issue, you were perhaps the only one who noticed that Abe muted himself over the comms. He seemed to be arguing with someone else over the phone.

But before you could bring the issue to anyone’s attention, you received a call of your own. It was from Richard.

You crept away from Cat before answering.

“Rich? What’s up? I’m a little busy right now.”

“Whatever it is, this is more important!” he shouted.

There was a shit-ton of noise on his end. Were those…gunshots!?

“What’s happening!? Where are you!?”

Your brother spluttered, and you could swear that you heard Flint right next to him. He must be getting a mouthful of sand every time he speaks. “I don’t know! Me, Pete, Vic and Flint went out to get some food, and we got ambushed!”

Your blood ran cold, and your mouth felt terribly dry at that moment. Your mouth worked wordlessly for a few seconds before you could finally form a cohesive sentence.

“Is everyone alright!? Where are the other two?”

“I don’t know!” your brother shouted back. “Some lady showed up and tried to grab them, but me and Flint tackled her from behind. I think she was a teleporter or something, because we ended up somewhere on the opposite end of town by the time we’d hit the ground!”

FUCK! That meant that Pete and Vic were still being chased. You prayed that your sister really was a telepath, because at least then she’d be capable of defending herself. This was why you told them to stay inside!

"Just hang on! I'm on my way."

There was no helping it. You would just have the other three recover the LMD and the research while you-

“Guys, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to bail!” said someone with your same exact voice. They were the words that you yourself wanted to say, but Abel beat you to it.

“I just got a call, and the signal blocker went down! I think the Chameleon sabotaged it!” he exclaimed.

Cat and Prowler wore confused expressions, but you knew that his report was entirely meant for you. It meant that W had regained her enhanced senses while on campus, notifying her immediately that the signal blocker was no longer active. It meant that they were now exposed to the Spider Slayers, and that everyone currently on ESU’s campus was at risk!

“We have to get there before-”

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Abel’s words were suddenly cut off by an ear-piercing shriek! And it seemed to be coming from the head of the LMD!

“Shit!” your clone brother cursed, tearing the head off and letting the body fall to the ground. He then proceeded to tear off its entire lower jaw with a swift, wrenching motion. The alarm died down soon after, but the damage had already been done.

You could tell from the activity on his feed, as well as that of those standing outside. Abel had been noticed.

“This is fucking bad…!” the Prowler growled.

It wasn’t just bad. This was the Chameleon’s closing gambit. He was staking everything he had to try and get back at you for taking the shield from him and interrupting his deal with Warren. And he was going to try and wipe out everyone who had slighted him.

Your mind was racing, and it felt like the world had slowed down around you.

Okay, let’s calm down. Don’t think about how your loved ones are being shot at. Don’t think about how killer robots are about to rain death upon an unsuspecting student body. Don’t think about how your clone brother is trapped in the sub-levels of a heavily guarded facility.

Just calm down…and breathe…

Rich and Vic can be tracked by their phones. You’d bet Prowler could give you their locations in a flash. You already know where ESU is, but you’ll have to spare some manpower if you want to make a difference.

And as for your brother…he’ll probably be able to swing his way out of there if he dropped the head. But then again…it could also have some valuable information on it.

If there was one comfort you could take in this chaotic shitstorm, it was the assurance that the Chameleon was undoubtedly at one of these locations. And you would make sure that he would never bother anyone ever again. You would personally make sure of that...

What will you do?

>Track down Vic and have Rintrah make you a portal to get there.
>Send someone to assist Rich and Flint.(Who?)
>Send someone to intercept the robots that are possibly headed for ESU.
>Advise Abe to drop the head and tear his way out of that facility.
>Tell Abel to grab the data and upload the Chameleon’s virus to the mainframe.
>Have the Prowler turn Roxxon’s security system on them so that Cat can create an opening for Abel’s escape.
>Instruct Abel to go deeper into the facility. Maybe the Morlocks can help with a last minute escape plan.
>Have Warren and W leave with their research before the Spider Slayers arrive.
>Call Warren and instruct him to kill the remaining spiders. Without them boosting the signal, the robots won’t have a reason to show up.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5527884
<3
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Really fucking glad that I postponed this update. I knew it was gonna be a big one.

Also hope that this recent update doesn't rustle too many of my players.
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>>5528627
>Call Warren and instruct him to kill the remaining spiders. Without them boosting the signal, the robots won’t have a reason to show up.
>Instruct Abel to go deeper into the facility. Maybe the Morlocks can help with a last minute escape plan.
>Send Cat to protect Warren's research. If the clone gets destroyed, then all of this was for nothing.
Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, this is the Silvertongue arc. Atleast a new interested party hasn't appeared out of nowhere this time.
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>>5528632
No rustling, just tired.
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>>5528644
Don't worry, anon. You're actually really close to the end. The Chameleon is the main villain for this arc. The only reason this arc had so many twists and turns was because it was a prime opportunity for story progression in a lot of areas. I'll try to tone it down in the future.
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>>5528649
No worries from this guy. Just it's a lot at once. For us and especially our heroes. Can't wait to see what you got next.
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>>5528627
I’ll need to think over these later, but other ideas
>We can call Pandora. She has an interest in protecting ESU since it involves the Silvertongue research.
>Vic’s group is dealing with a teleporter, so sending in Rintrah alone will probably get him shot.
>We could probably chalk up a favor for SHIELD to get someone deployed to protect Rich. Maybe Chameleon’s capture would cover the favor? We have Gwen’s number at least.
>Rintrah can help SHIELD or WAND get to the battlezones quicker. Same with anyone we call in. Maybe Julia or Webb can handle that bit of coordination?
>Marc’s pals were heroes who can fight. They’d probably be good in either place.
>With all those other resources, we can continue this op and work on getting “Charlotte” out safely.
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>>5528658
The last option is a good one. Saying something like "You can always make more mutant spiders by cloning them or using backups of the research data. You can't take back dead students, some of them who you see in class every day and know by name and whose fucking homework papers are on your desk." would hit him hard, which is what we need. The Spider Slayers are after the signal, not the research remember W's signal alone shouldn't be enough to keep drawing them and they'll return to wherever they're deployed from. Warren should be prioritizing the students and his Gwen clone over some expendable spiders on his own once we tell him what's up. He could also get stuff ready to leverage against the Chameleon now that he's going after EVERYONE
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Wait… Cindy was never mentioned in all this. Where is she at?
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We need to find out whats part of town flint is in. He's tough enough to shield rich and protect himself. We may be lucky he's close to hell's kitchen. We should get to vic and Pete asap. Have pow pow reverse the security so cat can do her thing and Abe can gtfo. Prowler may be able to do some digging at the same time. Have Warren and w get out with what they can. See if the morlocks have anyone who can help with esu and general support.
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>>5528649
>>5528665
Guess I’ll route it to here. Scorekeeper, is Cindy still at school right now, or is it late enough that she’s out?

Chameleon could have targeted her too. If she’s still at school, that could mean Miles is in danger as well.
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>>5528665
>>5528673
Ah, I knew I made a mistake somewhere. My bad. Cindy wasn't with them when they were attacked. You could find out her location and warn her easily enough. Could even do another small update that gives you more info on that topic.
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Also would add to contact shield to let them know about esu. They may have some stark drones still or something. Better them get hurt than our friends
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>>5528679
I’d settle for shooting a quick message.
>”Emergency. Text who is with you, location in 5 or I’m tracking cell and sending army.”
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>>5528627
>Have Warren and W leave with their research before the Spider Slayers arrive.
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>>5528627
Alright, had more time to think and read.
>Text Cindy.
>Have Prowler locate Flint. He probably already has his cell info plugged into a tracker somewhere since he’s on your crew.
>If Cindy responds, see if she can contact Matt and Marc, arrange for them to all meet up where Flint is.
>If Cindy doesn’t, send a message to Webb and/or Julia. Ask if they can coordinate with the rest of the heroes from the Silvertongue job to help Flint and our family. If she did, send a message but give them a choice between ESU or our family.
>Ring Warren, ask him to destroy the spiders to save the students (per>>5528662). If he refuses, tell him you’re calling heroes to help, but they might take issue with him prioritizing research over lives and he’ll have to deal with them. We have more calls to make.
>Call Pandora, give her the skinny on ESU, any help already going there, and what’ll happen with the bots. If Warren agreed to destroy the spiders, she won’t need to put much on the ground. If he didn’t, he’ll need help protecting the Silvertongue research. If she has a broad-spectrum psychic blocker, that may also solve the problem. If she needs a teleporter, Rintrah may be available.
>If Cindy still hasn’t responded, call the Morlocks to put eyes on her. If she responded but couldn’t get Matt or Marc, ask them to help Flint. If all that is covered, ask them to put eyes on our parent’s place. Evac anyone who needs help. Name their price later. The sewers stretch everywhere, they have options.
>Have Abel finish the job and hightail it out of there.
>We’ll see who needs more help after Abel is out.
>SHIELD in reserve if one of the other situations goes even further pear-shaped.

Seem like enough?
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>>5528627
We need a guy in the chair who has an overview of everything without being a combatant
>Call Julia and potentially make her link up with your coms
>Let her track down Vic's and Rich's phones (also at lower priority Cindy), and have Rintrah make you a portal to get to quickly collect Rich and Flint and move back to where they were ambushed.
>Have Rintrah tag along to quickly make another portal to take Pete, Vic and Rich to safety.

Meanwhile
>shoot Cindy a quick message about the emergency and where she is.
>here they should continue to extract Abel, get the LMD if possible too
>Call Warren and instruct him to kill the remaining spiders. Without them boosting the signal, the robots won’t have a reason to show up.
He's probably not going to do it, so if he doesn't comply
>call in Pandora/WAND to protect her asset

I also kinda would like an update, just after we got out our own information to our allies and their immediate reactions to still change lane if something else arises
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>>5528870
Does anyone in Flint’s group know Rintrah or anyone from the Silvertongue group? Since they also fought a teleporter, I’m afraid of them attacking Rintrah thinking he’s reinforcements for the enemy.

I guess Rintrah could pick up Cindy first, then go with him to Flint and the others. Flint will recognize Cindy and know they’re helping.

Beyond that, this is close enough to mine that I’d back it. I have more contingencies, but a status check after the first few calls would simplify a lot of what I wrote.
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So are we killing Chameleon or handing him over to SHIELD after we’ve roughed him up a bit? Either one is a permanent solution, IMO.
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>>5529050
I’d want SHIELD. Bonus money/cred, and OOC I assume he’ll inevitably escape and we’ll get to put a bullet in him then. Having our cake and later eating it.
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>>5529050
kill him. he now's our identity and can threaten our family.
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>>5529050
The lizard fucker DIES
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>>5528637
>>5528847
>>5528843
>>5528870
>Text Cindy.
>Call Warren and instruct him to kill the remaining spiders. Without them boosting the signal, the robots won’t have a reason to show up.
>Call Pandora, give her the skinny on ESU, any help already going there, and what’ll happen with the bots. If Warren agreed to destroy the spiders, she won’t need to put much on the ground. If he didn’t, he’ll need help protecting the Silvertongue research. If she has a broad-spectrum psychic blocker, that may also solve the problem. If she needs a teleporter, Rintrah may be available.
>Call Julia and potentially make her link up with your coms
>Let her track down Vic's and Rich's phones (also at lower priority Cindy), and have Rintrah make you a portal to get to quickly collect Rich and Flint and move back to where they were ambushed.

This seems to be what most people are agreeing on. Let me know if you guys agree with this, or if you need more time to deliberate. I can also provide more info via short updates.

>>5529050
>>5529072
>>5529126
>>5529131
Alternatively, you do know someone who can alter and erase memories...
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>>5529628
Looks good, but what about Abel and Roxxon?
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>>5529911
I believe we’re continuing with the mission as-is for Roxxon. We have’t redeployed anyone here away to the other attacks, so no reason we can’t finish the heist, extract Abel, and see where we move from there.
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>>5530028
well, the LMD did give off a shriek that would have for sure alerted security

but if he can swing the money for a LMD I'm sure he didn't just use it to trap us specifically.
and getting it and selling it to Tinkerer for example could net us quite some money
even if we only retreive the head because the rest was too bulky to carry
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>>5529628
I see no veto.
desu my first instinct when I saw you posting some greentext and a short line that you already wrote something like "taking these, writing..." like you usually do, not that you are asking for confirmation
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>>5529628
>>5530588
I figured the best way to write it is that we’re handling all the other stuff and letting Cat/Prowler/Abel handle the Roxxon situation for a few minutes. The write-in didn’t touch on that, which is okay since it’d really be a lot for Ben to juggle IC.

Once we get the other pieces moving, we’ll join back in with the group and figure out how we fit into the picture from there.
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Yeah it's pretty easy to find a good place to live in the glorious south. I have a lot of land to work on and I'm going to bed.
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First things first, you’ve gotta make sure that Abel gets out safe.

“Abe! Do whatever you need to do to get out of there. Use your web bombs, Slip Drive, or anything else that you might pick up along the way.” you demanded. “Even if you have to drop the LMD to do it.”

Multiple gunshots were now ringing out on his end of the line, and you could already see panic spreading amongst the employees of the upper floors. “You don’t have to tell me twice!” he shouted back.

“I’m about to turn their defense grid on its ass. It should buy us all some more time.” Prowler declared.

“Then it looks like I’ll have to cause some chaos to get the heat off of him.” Cat said, rising to her full height and stretching her back.

“Don’t get yourselves killed. I won’t be able to stick around.” you announced. “The Chameleon’s making his move, and he’s attacking multiple places at once. I need to figure out where Cindy is.”

Your fingers flew across the screen as you quickly typed out a text to the mute girl. To your great relief, she responded almost immediately after you sent it.

“I’m okay. Some guys tried to grab me, but I sent them flying.”

“Where are you?” you asked, using your free hand to swing away from Roxxon Plaza. You spared glanced back at your team as you did, praying that they'd be able to come out of this in one piece.

“I went to go buy some new art supplies. Khonshu told me about the attack! He said that the others are in trouble too!”

“Do you think he can tell me where they are?”

“I’ll ask, but he says that you’re better off leaving Rich and Flint to me. And frankly, I agree with him.”

“Forget that. If he can point me in the right direction, then I can have Rintrah teleport me over there.” you protested, switching your phone to your other hand and swinging with your free arm.

“We don’t know how long that’ll take. I’m headed to the hideout, and I’m going to be borrowing the Big Wheel.”

The Big Wheel? Is she talking about the Wall-Crawler!?

“Don’t you dare! You don’t know how to drive that thing!”

“I do too! Flint taught me how when you were on that long mission a few months ago.”

Is THAT what they were doing while you were away? Flint was teaching a kid how to drive a rolling death machine?

“I still don’t like this idea…”

“You can yell at me later. We don’t have time to hesitate.”

Dammit! As much as you hate to admit it…she’s right. The best you can do is hope that Julia and Rintrah can find them before she does. At least now that you know that she’s still alive you can put it out of your mind for the time being.

With that out of the way, you dial up the spunky, redhead hacker. After two rings, she picks up and her icon pops up in the upper right corner of your screen.

“Hey, what happened? Webb's freaking out on me right now.”

(Cont.)
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“My family’s in trouble. I need you to track them down for me so Rintrah can portal them to safety.”

Julia cursed and started fumbling with something. “I’m on it. Hopefully they’ve still got their phones on them.”

“My brother and best friend were teleported somewhere during their encounter. I’m not sure if that’ll mess with your search.” you reported.

“It might. If they don’t have location data turned on, then we might have to wait for their phones to send out a ping. Just need to figure out what their last ping interval was…”

“Do you need their numbers, or something?” you asked.

Julia let out a snort. “No, I’ll just pull the info off of your phone. Duh.”

Yeah, you should’ve seen that coming. You were going to have to have a conversation with her about boundaries sometime later.

“Fine. Let me know when you’ve got something. We need to track down Vic and Pete too.” you said. “Oh, and have Rintrah call Pandora. I might need her help at ESU.”

“Why? What’s happening at ESU?” she asked.

“There may or may not be an army of killer robots headed there right now.”

“I’m starting to see why Webb is freaking out right now.” Julia hissed. “I’ll take care of it. Just sit tight and stay alive.”

“Trust me. I’m not gonna be the one that dies tonight...”

And before Julia could question you, you switched over to Warren and pocketed your phone, hoping that he was somewhere near his. It took a few tries, but he eventually picked up, sounding clearly panicked.

“The signal blocker! It’s been sabotaged!” he exclaimed. “My defense grid has been completely crippled.”

You’d hate to say you told him so…

“Warren, listen to me. You’re never going to be able to repair that thing in time. I need you to kill those spiders before the Spider Slayers get there. Without them, they won’t be able to latch onto the frequency properly.” you demanded

“And ruin everything I’ve worked for? Are you insane!?” Warren said, sounded appalled by the idea.

“No. ‘Insane’ would be letting those robots tear that campus apart just to kill a few lab experiments.” you argued. “There are other spiders out there, Warren. If those robots get there, then it might jeopardize your entire cloning gig, along with every student and staff member that might still be around. I need you to do the right thing here.”

For a while, there was only silence on the other end of the line, until eventually, he let out a weary sigh.

“...Fine. I’ll kill…one spider. The one that I used to give Abel his abilities.”

“Warren…”

“It might be possible to salvage the spider that was used to create W! Her ability is far more valuable, and if we could somehow replicate my success…!”

“WARREN!”

(Cont.)
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“I can’t talk. I need to prepare.” he said, pretending as if he hadn’t just heard you.

“Warren, I swear to God! If you-!”

The line clicked, and the call ended. You stared down at your phone for a long while, nearly shaking with rage! It was all you could do to avoid crushing it in your hands.

FUCK! You really did need Pandora’s help, then. She was pretty much obligated to protect the Silvertongue’s clone at this point.

A notification popped up on your HUD, and you glanced at it to expand Julia’s window.

“Good news! I’ve managed to track down your real bro and your best bro.” Julia began. “Looks like they’re somewhere in Harlem. Rintrah says that he’s trying to create a portal for you, and that Pandora should be arriving shortly.”

“Awesome! Any word on Vic and Pete?” you asked.

“I’m having some trouble tracking her phone for some reason. Rintrah said that he’ll try and scry her location using a…’divination ritual’, or something.”

“Hold on. I’m gonna ask a Moon God for advice.” you said, before switching back over to Cindy’s contact. This time, you decided to rope her into a video call, forcing you to stop and take a quick break on the side of a nearby building. You needed to carefully interpret her signs, and that required you to actually look at your phone.

Her bandaged mask popped up when she accepted the call, the screen shaking ever so slightly as the Big Wheel hit a speed-bump.

“Did Khonshu say anything?”

“He told me to switch objectives.” she quickly signed. “I'm headed over to your parent’s house right now. There are armed men waiting outside for them.”

Shit! You almost forgot about mom and dad!

“Don’t worry.” she reassured you. “I won’t let anything happen to them. My guns are bigger.”

You almost laughed at that. “And Vic? What about her and Pete?”

“I believe I can be of some use in that regard.” said an old, familiar voice.

You looked up to see a towering figure covered in musty old bandages, and wearing a white flowing robe and a glowing, golden ankh around its neck. It wielded a regal scepter, and had a floating bird skull for a head. That wasn't the most unusual thing about him, though, because he was currently standing completely straight on a sheer, vertical surface.

“...Khonshu?”

He nodded. “By the humble request of both my champions, I shall lead you to your sister.”

Just like that? No snark or snide comments? You thought this guy hated your guts. But now that both Cindy and Marc said “pretty please”, he’s willing to swallow his pride?

“Heads up!” Julia called out. “Rintrah’s about to open the portal. Might wanna get there soon.”

A 3D map of the city popped up in the top left corner of your HUD, pointing out where exactly the portal was located.

(Cont.)
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What will you say/do?

>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>Swing over to the portal and dive right in!
>"Any chance that you can give me some sort of buff, boon or blessing before we go? I'll set up a tiny shrine for you at home if you do."
>"If only you were this nice when we'd first met. That whole 'Wrathful God' thing is a bad look for you."
>"Do you think you can protect them for me while I'm away? I'd owe you big time."
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5531853
Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>"Any chance that you can give me some sort of buff, boon or blessing before we go? I'll set up a tiny shrine for you at home if you do."
>"If only you were this nice when we'd first met. That whole 'Wrathful God' thing is a bad look for you."
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>>5531853
>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>"Thanks for the divine intervention Konshu"
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>>5531853
>>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>Inform Julia/Rindra that the plan's changed, she should track you as you move over to Vic and Pete.
>Once we're there, we got to get our own spider-tracers ready to equip them with in case the Teleporter wants to mess with us again.
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>>5531853
>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>”Julia, got a lead on Vic and Pete. Warren is killing one spider, couldn’t talk him into the rest. Focus on others, I’ll ping with more info later.”
>"Any chance that you can give me some sort of buff, boon or blessing before we go? I'll set up a tiny shrine for you at home if you do.”
>”I’d offer a bigger one, but I live in a city. I’m not made of THAT much money.”
We can ask Cindy to make sure we didn’t fuck it up later.
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>>5531853
>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>”Julia, got a lead on Vic and Pete. Warren is killing one spider, couldn’t talk him into the rest. Focus on others, I’ll ping with more info later.”
>"Thanks for the divine intervention Khonshu"
>Once we're there, we got to get our own spider-tracers ready to equip them with in case the Teleporter wants to mess with us again.
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>>5531853
>>5531875
Ah, there were more responses than I thought.

Tweaking the Julia message to
>”Julia, got a lead on Vic and Pete. Warren is killing one spider, couldn’t talk him into the rest. Focus on others, if my spider trackers go live then I need them extracted.”
and adding
>Once we're there, we got to get our own spider-tracers ready to equip them with in case the Teleporter wants to mess with us again.
and
>"Thanks for the divine intervention Khonshu"
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>>5531858
>>5531859
>>5531860
>>5531875
>>5531878
>>5531983
>Let Khonshu lead you to Vic and Pete. You trust Flint to hold out for a little while longer.
>Inform Julia/Rintrah that the plan's changed, she should track you as you move over to Vic and Pete.
>”Julia, got a lead on Vic and Pete. Warren is killing one spider, couldn’t talk him into the rest. Focus on others, if my spider trackers go live then I need them extracted.”
>Once we're there, we got to get our own spider-tracers ready to equip them with in case the Teleporter wants to mess with us again.
>"Thanks for the divine intervention Khonshu."

Taking these. Writing...
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You stared up at him for a moment in disbelief, before finally nodding and allowing a hollow laugh to escape your lips. “Thanks for the divine intervention, Khonshu.”

Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad, after all.

“Think nothing of it. Your devotion to my champion has been nothing short of inspiring.” Khonshu said with a surprisingly boisterous laugh of his own. “If only others shared your dedication.”

Your efforts actually had nothing to do with Cindy’s religion, but he didn’t need to know that.

Instead of correcting him, you refocused your efforts on Julia’s icon. “Julia, I got a lead on Vic and Pete. Warren’s killing one spider, but I couldn’t get him to do any more than that.” you reported. “Try to keep track of me while I move. And if any of my spider tracers go live, I’m gonna need those tracked as well.”

“You got it, HM. We’re briefing Pandora on the situation and she should be at ESU in a bit.” Julia replied. “I’ll keep track of everything else on my end.”

“Thanks, Jules. You’re a lifesaver.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you should get going and save some lives for real.” she advised.

“Good idea.” you said, glancing up at Khonshu and giving him a thumbs up. “Lead the way, Khonshu.”

The big bird turned around, his feet still firmly planted on the side of the building, and raised his hand towards the heavens.

Currently, the sun was starting to set, but the moon hadn’t been visible in the sky. Until now, that is…

At his command, a pale ray of light shone down from the sky like a spotlight through a clear and unnatural break in the cloud-line, illuminating a single spot in the city. It would only take you a few minutes to get there if you hurried!

Without hesitation, you pushed off of the wall you were clinging to, placed your arms behind your back and shot off toward the map marker with the force and speed of a human cannonball! The insulation that your suit provided should protect the material from being excessively damaged by your efforts, but you didn’t care much about that right now.

All that mattered was getting to Vic and Pete before the Chameleon’s goons did something to them!

You threw caution to the wind and used a series of explosive bursts and well-placed weblines to fling yourself forwards. You were undoubtedly drawing a lot of attention from your little spectacle, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Spider-Man showed up in another newspaper tomorrow morning. But that would be Abel’s problem from now on.

—--------

The closer you got to Vic’s location, the more optimistic you became. The cops had finally decided to get off their asses and were trying to bring the situation under control. A scattered trail of goons were littered along the street down below, almost all of them knocked unconscious or on the verge of death.

(Cont.)
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Some had been shot, while others seemed to suffer some sort of blunt force trauma. Was this Vic’s doing, or the work of someone else?

So far you hadn’t seen either of the Parkers, which meant that they were still on the move. That was good. They were probably still alive.

“Hey, Benji. Pandora made it to ESU. She’s taking care of things on their end.” Julia reported. “I’ll see what I can do to get help to Flint and Rich.”

“Cool. Keep me posted.” you said simply, before refocusing your efforts on maintaining the breakneck pace that you’ve been swinging at for the past few minutes.

A little while later, you spotted the point at which the moon ray was shining directly. A familiar-looking woman with shoulder-length white hair was standing on a rooftop, surrounded by countless, incapacitated goons. She looked exactly like your sister, but somehow gave off the impression of being an entirely different person.

As you got closer, you noticed several critical details. In her arms was a boy with neat, brown hair, his clothes slightly torn and dirty from the harrowing encounter. The woman turned to face you as you landed beside her. Her eyes were completely white, just like her hair.

“Is he…?”

“He is fine.” she said, an unnerving sort of vibrancy to her voice. “He’s just exhausted.”

She then turned her attention to something behind you, and you followed her gaze. Your eyes went wide when you realized what it was that you were looking at.

Hanging upside down from a water tower was a smartly-dressed man with impossibly smooth, metallic features. Said features were currently cured into a snarl, but he seemed to be unable to act on any of his clearly violent desires, seeing as how an iron bar was lodged deep into his leg.

A pool of blood trickled down his leg and dripped down from his left arm. How did she…?

You have so many questions. What will you say/do?

>”Who are you, really? And don’t even think of bullshitting me.”
>Take Peter from her. ”Thank you for keeping him safe.”
>Remove your mask and look her right in the eye. ”Vic, it’s me. I’m gonna get you guys out of here.”
>”I saw a trail of bodies on my way over here. Was that your handiwork, too? What exactly did you do to them?”
>Hop onto the water tower beside the helpless Chameleon and use your Mark to heat up the metal bar in his leg. “This must be pretty embarrassing for you.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5532650
>"We'll talk about this later Vic. I didn't want to bring this up in a situation like this."
>"Can you look at people's memories? Because that asshole is the one behind this and other attacks that are happening, he should know how to stop it."
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So Vic is the Voyager huh? I wonder if we will have to deal with the Challenger and the Grandmaster now
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>>5532713
+1
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>>5532650
>>5532650
Remove your mask and look her right in the eye. ”Vic, it’s me. I’m gonna get you guys out of here.”
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>>5532650
>>”Who are you, really? And don’t even think of bullshitting me.”
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>>5532650
>>Take Peter from her. ”Thank you for keeping him safe.”
>Remove your mask and look her right in the eye. ”Vic, it’s me. I’m gonna get you guys out of here.”
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>>5532650
>>5532713
+1
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>>5532650
>"I hope nobody here regrets to have picked the wrong family."
>"And 'Victoria Parker' is fine too?"
>Properly immobilize chameleon, webbing up tightly so he can't activate any more gadgets.
>Get his mask too, in case there is some voice activation bullshit.
>And web him too us in case his teleporter friend would show up and snatch him away from under our nose.
>"Hello, Dimitri."
>>5532713
+1 but don't state out loud that this person is Vic, we don't know what happened until now, and Chameleon shouldn't know more things

Vic did get jumped by vamps and put under mind control herself, so I'm not entirely sure what to make of it right now
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>>5532713
>>5532744
>>5532976
>>5533241
>"We'll talk about this later Vic. I didn't want to bring this up in a situation like this."
>"Can you look at people's memories? Because that asshole is the one behind this and other attacks that are happening, he should know how to stop it."

Taking these. Writing...

>>5533241
He pretty much already knows who she is. He's the one that initiated the attack, after all. But from what you can gather, he most likely didn't account for all the details surrounding Victoria Parker's identity.

>>5532720
I feel that her power and background gives her some unique storytelling potential.
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>>5533463
I still want to get that quip in
>>"I hope nobody here regrets to have picked the wrong family."
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>>5533241
>>5533470
Gotcha. I can easily squeeze it into this update.
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>>5533472
what >>5533470 said
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You couldn’t help but laugh at the spy’s predicament. “I sure hope nobody here regrets having picked the wrong family.” you said loudly.

That comment earned you a venomous glare from the helpless Russian agent. Victoria’s expression on the other hand was more…unreadable.

Turning your attention back on Vic, you took another step towards her and leaned in close. “We’ll talk about this later, Vic. I didn’t want to bring this up in a situation like this.” you said in a hushed tone.

She exhaled slowly, readjusting her grip on Peter and lowering her eyelids slightly. “Neither did I.” she admits. “If I’m being entirely honest, I was hoping that it wouldn’t come up in conversation at all.”

You could understand that. In a way, you were both in a bit of an awkward spot. The Parker clan had secrets carefully stacked on top of one another, and out came the Chameleon, a ruthless monster who had no qualms about trying to tear apart everything you’ve built here.

And now that you thought about it, Vic was behaving in far too calm a manner for someone standing face-to-face with an unknown masked metahuman. It should’ve come as more of a shock that she had probably deduced your identity with the fact you’d given her, but you’d always known that she was plenty smart.

It did come as a disappointment, though. You wanted her to at least be a little bit surprised.

“Can you look at people’s memories?” you asked. “Because that asshole is the one behind this and other attacks that are happening. It makes sense that he’d know how to stop it.”

You pointed to the Chameleon, still squirming and reaching for a handgun that had fallen a few feet away. Your first instinct was to glue it to the ground so that he couldn’t use it, but upon closer inspection, you realized that it was a really fucking fancy piece.

The Colt 1911’s gold and black engravings were almost mystifying in their elaborate design. It was clear that someone had put a lot of work into this thing.

And right beside it was a sleek, black CZ 75B.

“Hello, beautiful…!” you muttered, snagging both weapons and catching them neatly in both hands to examine them more closely.

A faint “whooshing” sound drew your attention away from your latest acquisitions, and suddenly, Vic was on the other side of the platform, gently leaning Peter against a metal duct. And in the next instant, she was standing right beside the Chameleon!

Did she just teleport!? Does that mean she…?

“Did you teleport Rich and Flint somewhere else when you were attacked?” you asked.

“No, that was someone else’s doing.” she replied without turning around. “It was a blonde woman. She had tried to grab me and Peter along with the others, but Flint and Richard were faster.”

There was a chance that she could be lying, but she wouldn’t have shown her ability if she had any intention of hiding it from you.

(Cont.)
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The Chameleon made a grab for your sister, but he quickly found his hands bound to the metal bars of the water tower with webbing. He opened his mouth to say something, but your third webshot had successfully glued his lips together.

Vic gave you a grateful nod, before reaching out to place her fingertips onto Dmitri’s forehead. He struggled and thrashed about like a wild animal for several seconds. And then, his eyes went wide, and his whole body visibly relaxed.

The two of them remained like that for a few minutes longer, before Vic stepped away from him, massaging her temples with her fingers.

“He has a radio in his inner jacket pocket. The code phrase to call off the attack is…’Remnick’.” she explained.

You nodded and moved past her to grab said radio. You wondered whether the others would accept orders from anyone that knew the phrase. They probably knew that the Chameleon was a master impersonator, and could change his voice on a whim. But what if he’d been operating under a different identity when he hired them?

On that note, why hadn’t he been wearing a disguise when you found him? Could this somehow be another one of his games?

“Don’t worry. He’s the one we’re looking for.” Vic reassured you, somehow guessing your line of thought. “He unmasked himself when he thought he had me cornered.”

Well that was stupid of him. Dmitri must’ve been feeling pretty cocky.

Raising the radio to your lips, you cleared your throat and mentally prepared yourself, hoping that you could pull off a decent impression of the Chameleon’s usual toad-like voice.

“Remnick. Remnick. Remnick...”

You practiced like that for another minute or two, testing each individual syllable on your tongue and seeing whether you liked the taste of it. At some point, once you felt sufficiently satisfied with your performance, you took a deep breath and pressed down on the radio’s transmitter.

“Remnick. We’re pulling out.”

A lengthy pause ensued, and you exchanged a glance with Vic amidst the silence. At least… you thought you did? It was hard to tell sometimes when the other person didn’t have pupils. You’d have to ask about her dramatic transformation sometime later.

At last, you heard a crackle of static from the other end of the radio, followed by a gruff man’s vocie…aaaaand it was a guy speaking in Russian, no doubt questioning you on the reasoning behind your decision. Great…

What will you say/do?

>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.
>See if you can’t get Julia to run some real-time translation software.
>Call Anastasia. She might be able to give you some tips on speaking the Russian language.
>Don’t answer the radio for now. Maybe Vic could use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Rich and Flint’s location/Empire State University/Webb’s Mansion/Write-in.)
>Write-in.
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>>5533540
>>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.
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>>5533540
>"Okay, fuck it. We got your boss and your little password out of him. You guys are not getting paid anymore."
>"So if you don't drop what you are currently doing, you're only going to make enemies and that'll cost you."

They could still try and do a hostage exchange, but prolonged silence would also just be suspicious.
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>>5533542
Support
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>>5533540
>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.
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>>5533540
>See if you can’t get Julia to run some real-time translation software.
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>>5533540
>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.
He who hesitates is lost.
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Is Mary Jane in this?
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>>5533540
>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.
>Ask if Vic can help your accent. Can she plug his mind into yours for a bit or something so you can really channel Chameleon?
Dunno if it’d work, but psychics can do some BS tricks.
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>>5533542
>>5533557
>>5533574
>>5533804
>>5534351
>Berate the man for questioning your leadership and insist that he pull out anyway.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5533935
As far as you know, you haven't encountered her yet. But I do have plans for her in the future.
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You cleared your throat, took a minute to make sure that your impression didn’t have any glaring flaws and decided to try again.

“Just do it, you fool!” you snapped back. “New complications have popped up, and we need time to regroup and plan our response.”

Another pause, another crackle over the radio, and when the Russian man spoke again, you couldn’t help but notice the universal note of suspicion and fear in his voice, language barrier be damned.

“I don’t have time to argue with you. Just meet me at the location we agreed upon earlier.” you demanded.

The man seemed to be asking you a question, but you had no actual idea of what he might have been trying to convey.

“I have to go. I will call you if anything else changes.” you said, before storing the radio in one of your belt’s pouches.

You have no idea whether that actually worked or not, but it should at least give them a reason to pause in their assault. If they believed you, then they should be pulling out right about now. If not, then they’ll start to doubt the validity of the orders that they’re receiving.

“I’m not sure you managed to completely convince them.” Vic said, taking a step towards you. “The men currently engaged with Flint and Richard will most likely continue fighting, even as they retreat. And there’s no predicting what the teleporter’s true agenda is.”

What will you say/do?

>Have Vic use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Rich and Flint’s location/Empire State University/Webb’s Mansion/Write-in.)
>”Can’t you just go rooting around in his head for more info? If we can lead these guys into an ambush, then the government guys can clean up the rest for us.”
>”I’m gonna need a quick summary of your powers so that I know what exactly it is that I’m dealing with here. They might come in handy later.”
>”Maybe if we find out how much they're getting paid, we can propose a counter-offer and get them to back off."
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5534670
>>Have Vic use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Rich and Flint’s location)
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>>5534670
>”Can’t you just go rooting around in his head for more info? If we can lead these guys into an ambush, then the government guys can clean up the rest for us.”
>Shoot Cindy and Rich a text
>"Pete and Vic safe. Status update?"
I'm aiming for another short update to happen before us changing location
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>>5534670
>”I’m gonna need a quick summary of your powers so that I know what exactly it is that I’m dealing with here. They might come in handy later.”
>Have Vic use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Empire State University)
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>>5534670
>Have Vic use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Rich and Flint’s location/Empire State University/Webb’s Mansion/Write-in.)
We still have anti-teleport wards at Webb’s mansion, right? We can bring Chameleon there for safekeeping, then
>Call them back and let them know their sugar daddy’s not going to be giving them any treats for their missions.
Might be better if Vic does the call so they don’t hear our voice again and to sell that Chameleon really did call because things were going sideways.
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>>5534675
>>5534680
>>5534699
>>5534743
So it looks like all the votes here are pretty varied. I'd like to at least get another update or two in before this thread gets archived.

Would anyone want to change votes or add onto their previous votes in any way?

Alternatively...are there any lurkers who would like to support a vote to get the ball rolling?
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>>5534699
+1
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>>5535829
Just add my vote to whatever needs it
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>>5535829
If anyone is willing to add dropping off Chameleon at Webb’s place to prevent teleportation shenanigans, I’ll drop the rest of my vote in favor of anything else.
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>>5535872
Do we really want the Chameleon anywhere near the Silvertongue?
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>>5535872
I'd support that
>>5535876
he is just a regular human in terms of fighting capabilities, he doesn't need to go down the dungeon.
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>>5534699
>>5535846
>>5535851
>>5535872
>>5535896
>”I’m gonna need a quick summary of your powers so that I know what exactly it is that I’m dealing with here. They might come in handy later.”
>Drop off the Chameleon at Webb's mansion.
>Have Vic use her power to teleport you somewhere else.(Empire State University)

Taking these. I'll start writing after I take a shower and get something to eat.
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You gave your sister a thoughtful look. “I’m gonna need a quick summary of your powers so that I know exactly what it is that I’m dealing with here. They might come in handy later.”

Victoria frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly. She seemed to be mentally weighing the consequences of revealing such sensitive information, unsure of whether to divulge any more of her secrets.

Eventually, she came to a decision and nodded slightly. Without warning, she began to lift off of the ground, stopping once she was hovering several inches above it.

So there was teleportation, memory manipulation, and flight. An interesting combination.

“Huh. Neat.” you said, for lack of a better word to describe your initial shock. “Anything else?”

She shook her head. “Nothing that you would have time for. Not now, at least.”

“Fair enough.”

You glanced back at the Chameleon. He was still hanging upside down, his arms and legs positioned in such a way that his body resembled an inverted crucifix, while his eyes rolled around inside of his head. Maybe that was symbolic or something. You’re sure Matt would probably appreciate the spectacle.

“I’m gonna need you to take me somewhere in a bit.” you said, not looking back at her as she lowered herself back down. “But before that, I’m gonna have to drop this guy off for safe-keeping.”

You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you called up Julia and requested another portal from Rintrah at your current position. It was another few minutes of awkward, stilted conversation with Vic before said portal opened up behind you.

You hurriedly grabbed the Chameleon, yanked him down from the water tower and started pulling him towards the shimmering rift. At least, that’s what your plan had been before you realized that Victoria had managed to teleport his into the iron bar of the water tower.

Yikes.

You were pretty sure that pulling it out would rupture more than a few blood vessels, and cause him to bleed out. So in order to avoid that, you used your Mark to heat the metal surrounding the bar, and broke it off to the best of your ability. The heated bar should somewhat staunch the bleeding for the moment, but you’d have to move fast.

“Come on. We’ve got to hurry.” you demanded, before stepping through the portal. Thankfully, Vic didn’t require much convincing. She seemed much more confident and…sure of herself now.

Right now, though, her attention was squarely fixed on the mansion that overlooked the massive stretch of land you were deposited on.

“Wait here.” you said, lugging the Chameleon over your shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

She said nothing in reply, but she didn’t look like she was going anywhere anytime soon. You really hoped that she actually intended to wait for you here, because she was your ride if you wanted to make it to ESU before things blew up.

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(Cont.)
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To say that your arrival at Webb’s mansion caused a stir would be a severe understatement. The simultaneous attack had caused Cassandra’s stress levels to skyrocket, and Julia was working her fingers to the bone in order to try and keep track of the entire situation, as well as gauge the scope of the Chameleon’s plot.

There were several members of your team waiting for you when you got there, and they all had questions about who was attacking you, and what your losses had been so far. None of them had been prepared for you to carry said mastermind through the door with a metal bar lodged in his leg, bleeding all over Webb’s fine rugs.

You were lucky the poor woman didn’t suffer a heart attack from that alone. And you were even more lucky that she didn’t possess the necessary eyesight required for her to have a heart attack from the shock of the event. It might've even been funny if your family wasn’t at risk of being shot by Russian gangsters.

Fortunately, Matt was there to force his way through the growing crowd and help you get the Chameleon to a room where you could lay him down and lock him up. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen obviously had questions of his own, but he mostly kept them to himself in favor of finding out whether anyone had proper medical training. As much as you hated to admit it, tending to the Chameleon’s wounds took priority over everything else.

It wasn’t as if you felt sorry for the guy. He deserved what he’d got and then some. But he was no good to you dead. As a high profile Russian agent, he had a wealth of coveted information, solid value as a bargaining chip, and a perfectly good body for you to inflict terrible amounts of damage as revenge for his devious schemes against your family.

You couldn’t stay long enough to confirm whether they found a doctor or not. His life wasn’t worth more than that of your family’s, or even that of the cloned Silvertongue and Miles Warren.

On the way out, you reassured Madame Webb of your handle on the current situation, thanked Julia for her help in coordinating with the others in your stead, and performed a quick gear check.

Before you could leave the teleportation ward’s range however, a familiar voice called your attention back towards the mansion.

Nico was chasing after you, her staff in hand and her dark, lacey dress bouncing with every step.

“Wait! I’m coming with you.” she declared.

You glanced back at where you left Victoria waiting and hummed thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if-”

She cut you off with one hand and gripped her staff tightly with the other. “I know I haven’t been able to do a lot since you and Mr. Knight brought me on.” she began. “Rintrah’s better at magic than I am, and the staff does most of the work when I actually do get a chance to use it. But if there’s one it’s good at doing, it’s breaking shit.”

(Cont.)
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You stared straight into those slightly slanted brown eyes, and found steely resolve buried beneath them. With a nod, you gestured for her to trail after you, wondering what sort of excuse you would make when she encountered your sister.

But to the surprise of both you and Nico, a woman with white hair, white pupils and blue skin was waiting for you when you got back.

When the hell did THAT happen!? Did Vic have another power that she hadn’t mentioned before?

“This another one of your friends?” Nico asked, eyeing her cautiously.

“Something like that.” you muttered.

Victoria chose to remain silent, giving Nico the same cautious, but curious glances that she herself was receiving.

“We need to get to Empire State University. You know how to get there, right?” you asked.

Victoria nodded slowly. “I do, yes. And I will take you there.” she replied. “But I am afraid that I cannot go with you. I have already exposed myself more than I’d like, and drawing further attention to myself would only invite more trouble in the future.”

What will you say?

>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
>”If possible, I’d like you to stay here with everyone else. This is one of the safest places that I know.”
>”I might need you to go and check on Rich and Flint. They need your help more than I do right now.”
>”No way. You’re not leaving my side until I can figure out what to do with you. Besides, we could use all the help we can get.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5536073
>>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
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>>5536073
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
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>>5536073
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
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>>5536073
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
"Thanks Vic"
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>>5536073
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
>”I know a god, the head of a government organization that fights magical threats, and the Sorcerer Supreme. If an introduction to one of them gets you to stick your neck out a little longer for Rich and Flint, I’ll take it.”
I feel like tossing this out there because the best jokes are the ones that aren’t actually jokes.
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>>5536100
I'm for this due to the Spiderman joke logic
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By the end of this, I want Ben to walk into the mansion surrounded by all his allies so far, and simply fall flat on the floor in front of them and refuse to get up. Just lay there, wave and thumbs up to let them know he's OK, then relax. It might be a funny way to express the sheer "I am done with this shit" Ben is going to feel once all is said and done.
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>>5536254
I think it's a good reaction for when Cindy talks.
Hug her and then go collapse in a bed
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>>5536254
>”Wait, before I pass out I should clear it with the relevant agencies first.”
>”Pandora, anything going on in the magical world in our area?”
>”Webb, any unusual psychic readings going on in the city?”
>”Ana, any vamp activity we need to squash now?”
>”Valkyrie, anything going on in Asgard I need to hop on? You’re not in touch with them right now?Okay, just checking.”
>”Khonshu, anything that threatens one of your two champions right now? I kinda like them.”
>”Cindy, any drama bombs to drop on me?”
>”Alright, peace.” Add in fingerguns.
>Drop down on floor with a groan. Don’t let up on the groan until you’ve passed out.
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>>5536293
>"Is the mansion and everybody in it OK?"
>"Is the Silvertongue OK?"
>"Are Moon Knight and all the magic users OK?"
>"Are Warren and the clones OK?"
>"Are Peter, Vic, and Rich OK?"
>"Are Flint, Black Cat, and Prowler OK?"
>"Are Cindy and our hideout OK?"
>"Goodnight New York City!" Cue fingerguns.
>(immediately collapse unconscious on the mansion floor)
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>>5536073
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”
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>>5536076
>>5536079
>>5536094
>>5536098
>>5536100
>>5536731
>”That’s fine with me. Just get us there, go back and get Peter, and get somewhere safe.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5536254
>>5536267
>>5536293
>>5536311
Yeah, this seems pretty appropriate. I'm sure I can work that in there when the time finally comes.
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You nodded your approval, which seemed to assuage some of her worries. “That’s fine by me. Just get us there, go back and get Pete, and get somewhere safe.”

“I will.” she agreed, walking towards you until she was standing directly in front of you and Nico.

“Hold on.” she warned, placing a hand on both your shoulders. And in the very next instant, the world around you shifted.

You were no longer standing on Madame Web’s property. There was still grass under your feet, but instead of an abundance of trees and open land, you were now surrounded by old buildings and fleeing civilians.

“Good luck.” Vic whispered, before winking out of existence.

You turned to stare at the empty space that she used to occupy, and in that very moment, your spider sense flared to life.

Without thinking, you threw yourself to the side and curled your arms and legs inwards as you performed a quick somersault. Nico had simply erected a force field to block the incoming energy bolts. They looked bright blue, miniature comets, and they gave off the faint smell of ozone.

You were pretty sure that these shots were meant to stun, but getting hit by enough of these would kill anyone that still had a functioning nervous system.

It wasn’t hard to identify the Spider Slayers amidst the chaos. There weren’t that many attacking the school grounds, so you guessed that Pandora was occupying the majority of them.

At least, you hoped that was still the case. You’ve never seen her in action, but you figured that she wouldn’t have become the Director of WAND without acquiring a few skills along the way.

You surveyed the area carefully, paying close attention to your spider sense for any hint of the remaining Spider Slayers. They’d already gotten too close to the campus for your liking.

And that’s when you felt it. Somewhere nearby, there was a pair of them going after someone. You pursued the feeling without hesitation, confident that your spider sense would never mislead you. And you weren’t disappointed.

Two Spider Slayers were actively pursuing an old janitor. The poor guy was running for his life, stumbling and staggering with nearly every step. And right before a volley of paralyzing bolts could slam into his back, you swooped down, scooped him up and carried him off.

The Spider Slayers refocused their attention on you, most likely preparing to shoot you both out of the sky. But before they could even attempt such a thing, Nico’s staff came hurtling towards them, tearing through the killer robots like a hot knife through butter.

It continued spinning through the air, circling the area in a savage arc, cutting through any and all Spider Slayers in its path before returning to her hand.

“Damn…” you muttered, unable to hide your admiration.

“Thank you, young man!” the janitor said, rising shakily to his feet and enthusiastically shaking your hand. “How can I ever repay you?”

(Cont.)
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“How about you get somewhere safe and we’ll call it even,” you began, glancing at his nametag. “‘Stan’.”

The man grinned with a mixture of child-like wonder and excitement as he gave you a thumbs up. “You betcha! Now, go kick some robot keister!” he demanded.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his seemingly boundless enthusiasm. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” you said, firing a quick webline at a nearby building and pulling yourself into the air.

And before he retreated out of earshot, the old man shouted one last word in your direction.

“Excelsior!”

“Whatever you say, grandpa.” you muttered under your breath.

Saving lives is all well and good, but you really needed to figure out where everyone was. Warren and W were still missing, and you haven’t checked in with Pandora yet. Coordinating with her would be essential to securing campus security.

“Huntsman! We’ve got incoming!” Nico shouted.

You turned to face the direction where her staff was pointing, and your jaw dropped. The person quickly approaching you was by no means a Spider Slayer or a killer robot of any kind.

No, she was actually a sight for sore eyes, among many other things. A reliable ally, a powerful combatant, and…a potential complication.

Gwen Stacy had arrived on the scene, and if her expression was anything to go by, she wasn’t at all pleased by the assault on her old school.

“Does anyone wanna tell me what the hell is going on here?”

(To be continued…)
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And that'll be it for this thread! For those of you feeling fatigue form this stressful arc, rest assured that it'll be coming to a close soon. After this, you should see a return to form in the way you casually encounter characters and explore the Marvel Universe. Let me know if there's anything that you like or dislike about the story's direction, the development of certain characters, or any predictions that you might have about how events could unfold from here.

The Victoria mystery box has been a highly anticipated twist for me ever since I introduced her. The reveal didn't go entirely as I expected, but I don't see much of an issue with that.

I'll be archiving this thread either tonight or tomorrow. Once again, thanks for playing, and I hope to see you all in the future! A new thread should be up by Saturday.
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I'm wondering how you're going to handle carnage and his tendency to massacre people.
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>>5537289
> For those of you feeling fatigue form this stressful arc
I actually like all the twists and turns.
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>>5537289
>>5537296
Same. I wouldn’t want it to be a regular thing, but it does make the world feel more like the source material. You gotta have absolute crazy shit pile on so that you can look at an alien invasion and think “shit this is going to make us late for Cindy’s play in a couple hours ugh fine I’ll help for a bit but I’m out in 20 min”.
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>>5537295
Well, if I'm being terribly honest...Carnage is going to kill people, anon.

>>5537296
>>5537326
Glad to hear it! That was my intention. The Marvel Universe is chaotic by nature, and in Ben's line of work, he often finds himself deeply embroiled in big and complicated conflicts. There are a lot of factions and independent operators vying for power and constantly trying to get a leg up on the competition. You're bound to make enemies one way or another, but you can also go out of your way to try and stay in someone's good graces. Connections, resources and bonds are everything in this world.
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>>5537352
>that spoiler
Make it many, and now you're talking

>>5537284
I wonder if we'll see this nice old man again one day...
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>>5537364
With the way I'm planning their origin, I feel like it'd make a decent amount of sense as to why they would go on a murder spree. It would be a little more intricate than the usual "They're just CRAZY, lmao!"

But yes, Stan the Janitor WILL return...
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Carnage kills Cindy.
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Ah. We should ask if we’re going to tell Gwen about W. On the one hand, W is her own person and should have a say. On the other, Gwen does have a right to know when her favorite professor is doing fucked-up shit with her genetics.

I’d like to tell Gwen before it’s all over since she’s now here, or at least convince W to do so instead. Thoughts?
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The thread has been archived! See you all next time!

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest
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>>5537387
Hey, Gwen, you know that things guys do when meeting a girl? Trying to get them to distance themselves from other men in their life? Well, Warren's actually a creep and has a cloning lab downstairs. He cloned me without my knowledge? Could you imagine what that's like? Well, hold onto that feeling, because we still need to safe his research from this robot attack.
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New thread?
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>>5539957
you're right, we should absolutely start panicking already and not give QM the time and little break he deserves to make it good
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>>5540086
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Rest assured, anons! I'm working on it as we speak. The process got a bit delayed by my landlord dropping by to do some maintenance.
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>>5540500
>>5540500
>>5540500
The new thread is up!



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